See, when you love money more than people You will never be a good teacher And when you love your mind more than Jesus, You will lose both, and end up in the shade of evil. When you love food more than your figure, It means you lack self-discipline and don’t even Truly enjoy eating. And when you love sex, more than you love that person You will keep telling me that marriage is just a stamp on the paper. See, that’s the picture of society now Money-loving, gluttonous, promiscuous and proud. And this is how you try to raise your children, Put double-standard here and there, and talk about being equal. You love your nudity on screen, praise open mind and dirty memes, And yet cry out that your child Is having boyfrinds, watching porn and generally going wild. You tell your child to make money, Work for money, think of money, Get education to get paid, that’s how life works, my honey bunny! Yeah, and you end up with a bunch of lousy teachers, They’re only there cause they get paid, they just produce employable creatures. You tell me you’re sick of religion, And that you don’t need a bunch of rules to be a good person, That you don’t need a leader. Now look at your arguing misbehaving children Guess what, they don’t need a parent talking about rules either. When you love yourself more than you love your family, Your home is a mess, until it falls apart finally. And when you love yourself more than you love society, You can’t do jack to change its course for depravity. When you love yourself when Jesus calls on your sanity, Sin is the only way for you that has any gravity. And the wages of sin is death, Death is just something that happens when you love yourself. |
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I got saved as a youngster – in my mid-teens – back in my home country of Russia. It happened when I suddenly realised I was not God. You know the theme that people play in their minds that they’re believing in themselves? That was the concept I was severely disappointed in. Not that I felt I was bad, I just wasn’t God.
God has a sense of humour, but I was a toxic mocker. God answers prayers, but I only answered rhetoric questions. God is wise, but I was refusing to learn any more than my teenage self already knew. At the end of the day, I just had to admit it – I needed the real God. And mighty Self did not qualify. I left Russia to study at university in England, and London became my abusive love. The one that shuts all the doors in your face, and you still love it. The one you hate with all you have, and still love it at the same time. The one that tells you it doesn’t need you, but you still don’t leave, cause you know it does. Through good and through bad, London is my land, it’s where I know I belong. I studied Japanese, and my fascination with Japanese still haunts me throughout my life. It is an influence that never stops. Even after remembering “konnichiwa” becomes an effort, Japan still lives in you. I lived in Japan for one year (the infamous earthquake hit that year), and coincidentally it was the most amazing year of my life. Or at least the most exotic one. And these are the things I write about – God, London and Japanese. Chances are, you’ll know me much better through my books than my own bio. Be blessed, remember God cares for you, and don’t hesitate to e-mail me. I’m not on any social networks – but make the most of this website if you’d like to know me. Read more posts |