Mural

Galatians 4:8 

Formerly when you did not know God,

you were enslaved to beings that by nature are not gods at all.

 

Jumping to conclusions … so giving false hope

Flesh and its impressions determined to shine

Forming illusions … and building on a slope

Prepares the descending thro a crumbling state of mind

 

Nature at its worst … the flesh’s incarnation

The center of the universe it surely thinks to be

To its own hurt … without self-examination

As strings on a purse it destroys the being-free

 

Little left but crying … the flesh died long ago

At the moment of birth it embraced temporal

Just a matter of time … a short breath on the go

A never-ending thirst to be 1st in a faded mural

 

Jan Wienen

 

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