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On The Mount

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By Harydo NeonPublished 5 months ago • 2 min read

Fire to the candle's wick before my pen writes

Flashback to what Matthew wrote in chapter 5

Trying to understand as questions grow roots inside

I am trying to understand , had to make it amplified

Being poor in spirit, gets you the kingdom

But if I let the worries all go, what if more come?

The more I try to empty my spirit,the more things tend to blossom

If you take it all from me , will I finally have the sense to true freedom?

Mourning comes with comfort, atleast that was the promise

Do I have to walk around for 40 years before I can recieve it?

Even if it happens, what if I start feeling unworthy?

Or what if I pass the comfort to one who needs it with more urgency ?

Passing down Earth as an inheritance to the meek , thinking of Moses

Anger, feeling unworthy, wondering around the world mapless

Things I can relate to, but he was regarded as being meek's beacon

What if I don't have earth on my wishlist? So much for being the meek one

Satiety being promised, found in dishes filled with righteousness

I still struggle with that word, I guess this hunger might forever go on

But atleast I will admit it on an empty stomach and infected colon

If that is satiety's condition, Topiramate for this game of chess

Mercy seems pretty straight forward, I give that away freely

My shortcomings and failures like a blockbuster on a large screen

So forgive me if I highlight how I feel about it so vaguely

A pill I give to others, allergic reaction to my own system

On one hand, the heart is said to be decietful

On another, to see Him , your heart has to be pure, almost see-through

I could ask for a clean heart , follow the steps of David

But if I miss the mark again, was my prayer void or spirit jaded ?

If I sacrifice my peace for peace would I still be called your son?

If protecting my peace leads to war, Can i keep the "peacemaker" tag on?

Worried of being lost in the blessings that I forget who promised them

Not worried about these blessings, I just want a stronger bond at the end

One without strings attached, rather focus on the chords on healthy strings

People heard the sermon in person, that's the real blessing if you ask me

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Harydo Neon

I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.

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    Written by Harydo Neon