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Father

by Ethan Smith

My fear lingers as the end gets clearer. I feel my sin's condemning me to die, oh Lord, why do you not hear my cries! "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do", he said, but oh Lord I protest to you, I do! I cannot defeat my desires and cannot hide from what transpires, my heart beats pounding, grow louder and louder as I feel my self expire. What shall I do when I cannot hear you? Whom will I turn to when I cannot befriend you? I cry my insides out into the fire, that I feel burning me when I begin a new in fire. I'm burning perpetually, now until eternity. Is there no end in sight? What should I do before I die in this shimmering heavenly light? Should I run? I cannot run, and hide, I cannot hide. For, I feel as though I am damned to repeat my desires until I feel my fires, to which I will have already ran out... of time.

There is no clue that I can begin a new in you. I feel the shackles pulling me down, into the depths where I shall surly drown. But no, that will not be the end of my time! I will be alive to feel the hot coals that keep me alive, for all eternity and for all the misery, I shall not perish, I shall not die. The weak belong here and the strong belong nearer, for those who deny you shall surly fear you. I cannot break past the banks that free me from my crimes, the ocean waves are nigh and where does it lead but down and down till the end of time, where the depths have swallowed me whole and given me to the fire. I will no longer be blind for you will open up my closed eyes. I will know my crimes, I cannot deny, and for this I will pay with my infinite, unending, untiring time.

Hell is a word of provoking fear and malice and it is protected by those who chose uncooperative hate but believe they tolerate. For if one is so tolerative then why can you not tolerate my differing eyes? "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do", he said, and maybe he was right. My sight is weary but your will carry me. I will be lead to you but when I get there who will I turn to? For I am a man of sin and unholy desires, to which I know you cannot accept, but one can, father. Save me before I go down my unstoppable path, that leads me to unending wrath. The ends I do not perceive, but to you, you do believe.

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.”
Genesis 1:1 NKJV

“So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.”
Genesis 1:27 NKJV


“For there are three that bear witness in heaven: the Father, the Word, and the Holy Spirit; and these three are one.”
I John 5:7 NKJV

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