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The Plot of My Life

If I were to overcome the monster,
It is you, o Death, my Doppelganger.

If my life were a rags to riches tale
It would be I proved my LORD God Valid.

My life is a quest, and I seek Heaven,
More desiresome than a comely maid.

If my life were a voyage, it'd be to
Come to our current land, and see its rules.

If my life were a comedy, it'd be
That I am a bumbling love bug, too.

If my life were a tragedy, it'd be
That I will not be deceitful, so lose.

If my life were about Rebirth, it'd be
That, once wrong, I yet desire goodness.

My plot amour is love.

First, my call to adventure is falling in love with love.
Second, I receive wisdom of what love truly is.
Third, I meet Jorgia, the Maiden of my Dreams.
Fourth, I begin to find truth, and wisdom, and love.
Fifth, I meet my friend along the way, and he teaches me the ways of the world.
Sixth, he bombards me with Nietzsche, and Greene while I encounter many Atheists.
Seventh, I confess my life's sins, every epistle loosed from my soul.
Eighth, I learn I am not a great man, while encountered with a True Faith Preacher.
Ninth, I spend five months in jail, and two years on probation, and ten years in a shameful state.
Tenth, I find the proof of God's existence.
Eleventh, I do not know. Will I meet love, and accomplish the crux of my wisdom? Or will I perish in tragedy?

The characters in my life, are as follows. 
The explorer, who seeks the adventurous war and cause.
The outlaw, who scorns me.
The magician, who enchants everyone around me to be my enemy.
The hero, who is Christ--not I.
The lover, where is she yet? Only in my fantasies? Or will she come?
The jester, who made my life light and free, but who teases me.
The everyman, who supped and dined with me.
The caregiver, who I would never have accomplished a thing without.
The ruler, who will neither praise nor condemn me.
The creator, who is I, the writer of this poem.
The innocent, who is brother to me.
The sage, who is my best friend.

Sermon on a YouTube Comment About Textual Variances

From studying this, and reading the New Testament Apocrypha, I understand a lot of how people back in the day used to read the Bible. Back then it wasn't about perfect word order, but rather having the right meaning. You look at Barnabas' or Ignatius' quotations from Mark or Luke or even the Old Testament, you see various differences in the texts, but generally, you know exactly what part of scripture it comes from, and the original meaning is in tact.

I also happen to look at the Great Isaiah Scroll--I read it as scripture, too--and I know exactly what verse I'm at, from having read Isaiah probably more times than any other book of the Bible. It's all preserved... the meanings of the text. And I know what Daniel's (Dr. Daniel Wallace) saying. It's really moot, the differences, as the contextual framework is all contained in the book. Like, really, the person who claimed the Bible had to be exact to the original--in both word order, word and everything--was probably disingenuous, and the only reason we have this idea floating round, is because we do have Bibles in print that have said the same exact thing for over five hundred years.

In some cases, the word is important. For sure. But, still, when the word's changed a little bit--such as in Psalm 22 there's a verse that either says "Pierced" or "Lion's Tooth" it still means a puncture in the hand and foot. And that's probably due to scribes in Jewish Circles changing the Bible ever so slightly, to push out the miracle of Christ in prophecies. Though, Jesus did say "Not one Yote or Tiddle shall be altered", he means in the contextual sense of what the gospel means. Not in the literal sense, of the actual words.

My Education

I never achieved high grades,
Except for Community College.
And only a few years of college.
I got a B in Philosophy, an
A's in a few English Classes
An A in Humanities
And a B in Math.

I had a 2.7 GPA in High School---
Failing many of my English and Math Classes.

I was hated by my peers and teachers
In High School
But had a good relationship with most of my college professors.

That's about all that can be said.

Oh, and I didn't like to do homework, but usually passed my tests.
If I didn't pass my tests, that's usually when I failed the course.
Which happened frequently.

The Most Righteous Generation

They wish not to work, but idly play,
They wish to know not a thing, no way.
They wish to learn what their hearts will seek;
They wish for everyone to have no feasts.
They wish to lust, and fornicate and bray
Like an ass with engorged member in the hay
To enter into the orifices of all,
To feel the sting of pleasure's law.
They wish to take your freedoms and mine
To say that freedom belongs to the kind
Of man or woman or unknown thing
Who wishes to fornicate like a queen or a king.
Opulent masses, and social decay
They decry isn't happening this day, this day.
Do understand, it is our most righteous men
Who this day the Gospel wish to from me rend
And keep buried in my heart, and speak not a word
For they wish my silence to be their curse.
For they see I have done some miserable wrongs
And think themselves worthy for heavenly kingdoms.
Yet, I say, here is a litany against you,
Why hellfire and brimstone shall there so chew
You, gnawing upon your miserable bones
For you chose this world, and not Heaven alone.

Everything Wrong with the World

There is a man just too gitty
For his past exploits---
Though he's made an end of them
The Psychiatrist shrinks back
And makes a fool out of him.
The audience lampoons him
Though he's served his sentence.

There is a boy just too jaded
For he's upset at Santa Clause---
He's done nothing too serious
And the average man would call him good;
Though, this author lampoons him
Because he's ungrateful for the good
His country has bestowed upon him.

We think a man who's done wrong is always going to be crooked;
And we think because we have no sin, we can therefore deceive ourselves.

On Christmas and Easter and Other American Holidays

My brethren, understand that Christmas is a Christian holiday, and genetic fallacies don’t matter. I have read the Bible, and have taken explicit care to read Paul, who spent the entirety of his mission dispelling the kind of nonsense predominant among believers today, who wish to yoke themselves back to Judaism. It’s not productive, and is counter the will of God. What does it harm a man or child to celebrate Christmas? Nothing. What does it harm to fight against it? It helps suppress Christ and the truth, and makes the unbeliever resentful.



We’re also forbidden from observing the Law. We don’t have to anymore. We’re under a New Priesthood of Faith and not Works of the Law. So you Judaizers, by celebrating Passover, incur just as much wrath—if not far more—than my celebrating Christmas. You may also be forever marked by the Old Covenant if you practice it as your sacrifice, as certainly, Passover involved the sacrifice of the Passover lamb, who is Jesus; which, is why we celebrate Easter. We eat of the Passover at the Eucharist, and not on Passover anymore.



Do you let the uncircumcised eat at your seder? If not, you also incur strict wrath, as the circumcision is no longer in the flesh, but in Baptism. Repent.



With a change of Priesthood, comes a change in Law, for the priesthood being changed, it is necessary to change the law also.

Kitch

I feel like Nietzsche watching the horse get beat
As the sophistic professor explains why a heartfelt poem is bad.
He contrasts it with a cliche poem found on WordPress,
Over 10,000 times I've seen that tone...
Yet, the heartfelt expression of love...
That is bad.

As in to say, "Feel no good thing
"But suffer in this life.
"That is your portion;
"To have all joy removed
"And only filthy pain
"And even in your sex
"It is to be so... 
"All love gone, all peace...
"For it is kitsch."

Yet if I could bottle just one emotion
I'd bottle the poem he said was bad.
That's just me...
To me, that's deeper anyway
One who retained their joy in this horribly abusive world.