Presumptuous - The Sinners Prayer

I don't presume that the truth is a fallacy of another truth, the one I presumed to be true. Predicting the denial of that which is true to paint a picture that is bared to lie on a wall empty of a frame - posing in the pain of agony to be left out in the cold praying that time should end crying tears to blood, for eternity to become a second.

Presumptuously  presuming that that which is presumed true, be true, cos walking the water and loosing faith has sank me deep in sin, so I pray the sinners prayer "Lord forgive me".
I stand in the conscience of my thought presuming what I've presumed to be true that we are all alike but different by just a like amongst a few, the future astronauts in the sky or the  proposed miners down south, the joke that is no joke but the reality of a truth that when it shall be it shall be. Tie the knot in expectation that a moment could end in a flick of a second to be continued in the eternity of forever, by far the farthest existence of mans reality living deep in time with pleasure or with pain.

What a presumptuous thought presuming true not true to be true, a felony of ignorance to pretend to know the truth but still not realise the truth, that reality is now and after now a continuation of one from the other as the set order of things to live once and die once.

Possessed by the perversion of our hearts we greedily ate of the forbidden fruit just to quench the hunger of desire burning deep within us and yet not satisfied that what will kill us is killing us, living life for rent at the expense of vanity making no living out of life. Buried alive under the pressure of what is right and what is wrong or which is good and which is bad, the weight of choice that then appear as the consequence of its action that either slaves or saves.

Cure

Sometimes all that is, is all there is. The insignificance of life is living without life dead to reality existing only by breath. Rumour has it that the future exists, the circumstance of a past that turned a present. Life in its own is everything that is and by the forces that made the heaven and earth to be, what will be has been. Consequently it begins to unfold minutes after the next second before the hour.
Trials with tribulations scourge the heart troubling desperate soul seeking to find power to overcome the strength required to conquer failure just to breath weal.

"I suppose that what we hold of the truth is our perception of its view faced from various points. The knowledge of understanding the nature of things requires wisdom to fulfil intellect with ample information to make the right decision of choices... Either you do or don't, whether you live or die, maybe you be bound or free implies that even the options are limited"

A dime at a time and a desert is set, a drop at a moment and an ocean is filled.
Sometimes all that will be is all that has been. Whether for a reason or by chance, the out come of all things pends on the result of an action. Truth of all is the truth for all, the act of one cursed us all. Our home turned against us, even the earth rebelled our existence,  our inheritance stolen thus beginning our search for the cure, to live life with life significantly alive, to dress our butchered soul with white as snow. The ultimate need of man to know the outcome of the present in life before death. I as one of so many seeks to reckon the past with the present and present a better picture of the future. Willingly hoping that the cure I find saves me

Weight

In these arms lie my flaws carrying on a weight that choice has placed upon my heart numbering each day of pain to have fallen in damnation right across the path of life. Talk of the devil as my mind comes in, juxtaposing misery for happiness pain for joy likewise as agony for sorrows. Tears are dropping out of the soul of my heart and I can feel it burning to the core of my sanity, feeling caught by the sense of my conscience.

Time will tell if time will tell what ever time will and by the time time will the deal is past done. Long before now and long after now souls have passed through this pilgrimage heading this way or that...

And feeling what I'm feeling undernotes the feelings I have for feeling. I have consciously come to realise that the need for a truth is a reason for a lie looping the end that we justify with means. Lying across the template of my opinion is the notion that what will be will be.