Is not no man that is heartless,
Be that physical or emotional,
Neither be there in truth monsters or saints,
Because in either,
A remorse of a conscious heart beats,
In the seen and unseen,
is a monster with a heart truly a monster, is a saint without a heart truly a saint,
Now are those,
The ones that stray from the foundation of ones core,
To live and give movement only to making life and life there into the vessel our creator has endowed in us,
That is a man that you can only pray for,
That is a man that has bastarded his own heart,
The path of redemption lay then for him to seek out,
Every human bares a compass to guide self of course,
But yet a few never seek a leg of their true course,
With the vanity of power, money, and lust to blind and lead us down incorrect and murky waters,
Is not a lost man adrift and drowning, same as a man that fight current beneath waters to climb upon a boat,
For we stand at the helm of our hearts and if we live without properly mastering vessel,
We sink into the dark abyss of the surf, we let take us under,
For we take our sight away from horizon after the sunrise only to sink reaching out for a save at our sunset slipping into waters once firm under feet,
But we always had the answer beating within us,
And to follow it with all our heart was all that was asked to have what we call impossible,
So a simple truth is that the first sin is doubting of the heart truth.
©dexxtoby
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