condemnation [Theme] Page 6

Style is when the mob chases you out of town, and you pretend to lead the procession.

My poems don't bear a sacred meaning.
I'm skinnier than You, but do not fit into the TV.
Like You my texts, just completely ridiculous.
All because of the chicken, I wrote not for You.

People are cruel. There is no completely pure people. Each has a black spot. Someone is a little spot on my stomach, and have someone spot already spread all over the body. Having at least a little bit of dirt on himself, man sees only the darkness of others and tries convictions to prove that he is better than them to justify themselves. But it is only entitled to the Lord. We, worthless dirty envious little people, do not dare even to point a finger at the other. Anyone who has done this, increased amount of dirt in yourself, in your soul, disobeyed God. Because we are all sinners. Because people are cruel to others but not to yourself.

I have not read these libels, and none of my friends have not read them (which, incidentally, proves that they did not angry, and just flat stupid).

I'm struggling not to sell my soul,
When everyone else is trying to get hold of guns and gold teeth.
I have no hatred for them, I still love them
It's not me, I do not blame them,
I'm not below and not above them.
When the rest of the want guns and a mouth full of gold.
I don't hate 'em, I still love 'em
That's not me, I'm not judging,
Not below 'em, not above 'em.

Before you judge me, look at you,
Can't you find something more suitable?
Pointing the finger, but in vain struggling to understand,
That arrogance and ignorance go together.
Before you judge me take a look at you,
Can't you find something better to do?
Point the finger, slow to understand
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand.


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As I understand it, the Holy Church teaches that there are two worlds: the one we see, hear and feel another unearthly - the world of heaven and hell. Barnard and Stokes were... How shall I put it... the Theologians, apostates, claiming that there are many other worlds like ours, is not hell and not heaven, but material and sinful worlds. They are close by, but invisible and inaccessible. Holy Church, of course, condemned this vile heresy. Barnard and Stokes were silenced.

Our pride is hurt more, when people blame our tastes than when they condemn our views.

Mistakes happen. Who around you is without sin?
All those who pounced with a howl, the same people.
And the sword that compresses the collar a hand,
Perhaps to protect me, and not judge.
Tired of being afraid! Tired to tremble and be silent.
And the heart even more tired unnecessary howling.
It is time to live and breathe, and main write.
And you who tried and growled, sit with me.

To condemn a homosexual for his sexual preference is a crime and cruelty.

We don't judge people only for what may be a figment of your imagination.

I never condemn. My favorite Indian proverb: "do Not judge another until you walked in his moccasins two miles."

We don't judge other people's relationships if they differ from your views.

- It is very difficult not to judge you.
- Me?! You killed my whole family!
Yes... But I never cheated.