This world is the devil’s playground
ruled by a jealous fallen angel; he will do
anything it takes to entice you,
leave no doors open.
Hell is patient and unloving;
there’s no comfort there; at least on Earth,
there is still hope, choose whom you’ll serve,
but you cannot serve two masters.
For years, I stayed away
from the church house; I didn’t
see the need in worshipping
with lukewarm Christians even though
I, myself, was just as lukewarm; if not,
ice-cold or hotter. I wanted to experience
the real deal if I should ever go back;
holiness is the missing ingredient
in most churches; I didn’t want to keep
going through the same door
—unchanged and unconvinced.
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