Academy Against Apathy

There’s this part of me that’s so content to die slowly towards forever in the counterfeit.  There is a part of me that’s sensual and self seduced. A part of me that is comatose with the idea of me. This is the me I’ve produced.  A seemingly self- sufficient evolving thing that cannot rid it’s self of the dirt that will one day swallow it back into the earth. I am the ultimate mockery, a slap in the face of Sovereignty. A created deity, a borrowed Idea, presented to rob from the Truth.  A surrealistic anomaly of something never intended to be.  A being who cannot love more than the unattainable figment of being, without Love.

There is this Godless identity, which has convinced it’s self I answer to no one. This doctrine is solely based in a singular dimensional understanding of reason. I rationalize and reason with a ration of lies. I pacify the urgency of all creation’s screaming “there is so much more than Me”. I feed myself placebos of the prerecorded in anticipation of something new. I am a hungry fool. I could easily eat anything. I have in fact consumed me.

The only thing standing in the way of progress…is poor reflection. With mirrors for windows…this house is without direction. That is the part of me that is long dead, and yet surviving. It is a vampire of sorts, sucking the life from this flesh until Kingdom- come. The very Kingdom of which King, I am denying eminence. I am the mind of the cursed. Unrenewed and without understanding.  I cannot stand by settling comfortably into a paupers grave. This is the thief inside of me. This one will die with the me, and I will breath deep the confession of the one who is worthy. Who died with the thieves, but rose to victory. I shall be with Him this day as he promised me. 

Surrender.

Breath

I am

New.