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BoyGenius
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I am going to write this on the surface, that during Confession, sometimes when I am digging up all the garbage of my sins to reveal. The hurt and woundedness done, I’ve done to others. And the temptations which I sought and fell for. There’s a moment where those sins try to rob me of confessing them. To diminish my resolve to confess them. I am broke, wounded, and hurting inside. And those sins cover it up. And try to offer pleasure to a broken wounded soul, thereby making it hard to confess. So it’s difficult.
There, then is where the Monster/Creature which lays beneath, in the shadow of my heart. In a dark, dank cave in my soul, in my heart. Deep in my heart. Habitual practices of sin, especially of the flesh, have conformed my heart to sin. Cleverly committing them in the guile likeness of the snake. Well, in truth, I have made the conviction so strong because at the time, what I wanted sounded good. And the pleasures of them, and their promises seem my sins were inescapable. And therefore, since they were inescapable. I had to make the best out of them. And that is the deceit. There’s no fulfillment of anything. But sin, unhappiness, and a disorder.
There, then is where the Monster/Creature which lays beneath, in the shadow of my heart. In a dark, dank cave in my soul, in my heart. Deep in my heart. Habitual practices of sin, especially of the flesh, have conformed my heart to sin. Cleverly committing them in the guile likeness of the snake. Well, in truth, I have made the conviction so strong because at the time, what I wanted sounded good. And the pleasures of them, and their promises seem my sins were inescapable. And therefore, since they were inescapable. I had to make the best out of them. And that is the deceit. There’s no fulfillment of anything. But sin, unhappiness, and a disorder.