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The First Tread from “Deceptive Art Of War : Israel – Palestine (Poem)”:is “Deceptive Art Unveiled: Ephesians 6:12 Explained” These current world events resemble a fine deceptive art on display.” Step into the gallery of today’s chaos—nations clashing, headlines screaming—and you’ll see a spectacle unfold. What we witness in the Israel-Palestine conflict, a struggle etched
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Poem Dissected Threads Thread Thread 1 :Deceptive Art Unveiled : What Does Ephesians 6:12 Mean In Israel-Palestine Conflict ? Thread 2 : Deceptive Art Unveiled : Souls Divided over Israel – Palestine Thread 3 : Deceptive Art Unveiled : Those Painting the deceptive imagery From Behind the scene Thread 4 : Deceptive Art Unveiled :Ignorance On Parade Thread 5
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The fourth Tread from “She Had To Go” (Poem):“The Triumph of the Few” Only a few men escaped her seductive barbarity.” The words hang heavy, a quiet monument to a victory so rare it borders on myth. Escape from her—lust draped in silk, her pulchritude a deadly snare—wasn’t a gift handed to the masses. It
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The fourth Tread from “She Had To Go” (Poem):“The Taste of Memory” “Her blood touches my lips, reminiscing on the time when lust had its grip on me.” The slaughter was done, the blade of will had struck, and yet victory didn’t wipe the slate clean. Even in triumph, the residue lingers—a faint smear of
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Description The Third Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“The Slaughter of Temptation” “I slaughtered lust in its flesh before it could seduce me.” The words cut as sharply as the act they describe—a visceral, deliberate strike against a force that once held me captive. There came a moment of reckoning, a crossroads where the
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Description The Second Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“The Stain of Desire” All the bloodstains on me came from lustful desires in human form.” These words linger like an echo from a battlefield I never chose but couldn’t avoid. The marks I carry aren’t from battles with others—no swords or fists left these scars.
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Description The First Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“Philosophy of Trials” Life is not a gentle stream—it’s a forge, a crucible where the raw, unshaped essence of who we are is thrust into the flames. The trials and tribulations I’ve faced refined my soul like iron, stripping away the brittle edges and forging something
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Description I’ve just broken free from the slave ship—that relentless 9-to-5 grind—and it hits me: what is freedom if not the rejection of a life that’s been handed to me? This system, this machine of control, can’t kill my vibe because I’ve seen through its illusion. It’s not just a job I’ve escaped; it’s the
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Description My neck feels like an art gallery, each chain hanging heavy around it, a showcase of my own making. Every single one of these chains tells a story—how my heart’s turning hollow and vain, emptying out with every link I add. I know I should be building something deeper, stacking up spiritual gains to
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Description This poem is a heartfelt ode to a woman admired for her intellectual and spiritual depth, blending biblical devotion with a complex interplay of personal qualities. Comprising seven lines, it follows an unstructured yet rhythmic flow, with no strict rhyme scheme but a clear cadence that mirrors the speaker’s reverence. The language is rich
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The First Tread from “Deceptive Art Of War : Israel – Palestine (Poem)”:is “Deceptive Art Unveiled: Ephesians 6:12 Explained” These current world events resemble a fine deceptive art on display.” Step into the gallery of today’s chaos—nations clashing, headlines screaming—and you’ll see a spectacle unfold. What we witness in the Israel-Palestine conflict, a struggle etched
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Poem Dissected Threads Thread Thread 1 :Deceptive Art Unveiled : What Does Ephesians 6:12 Mean In Israel-Palestine Conflict ? Thread 2 : Deceptive Art Unveiled : Souls Divided over Israel – Palestine Thread 3 : Deceptive Art Unveiled : Those Painting the deceptive imagery From Behind the scene Thread 4 : Deceptive Art Unveiled :Ignorance On Parade Thread 5
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The fourth Tread from “She Had To Go” (Poem):“The Triumph of the Few” Only a few men escaped her seductive barbarity.” The words hang heavy, a quiet monument to a victory so rare it borders on myth. Escape from her—lust draped in silk, her pulchritude a deadly snare—wasn’t a gift handed to the masses. It
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The fourth Tread from “She Had To Go” (Poem):“The Taste of Memory” “Her blood touches my lips, reminiscing on the time when lust had its grip on me.” The slaughter was done, the blade of will had struck, and yet victory didn’t wipe the slate clean. Even in triumph, the residue lingers—a faint smear of
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Description The Third Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“The Slaughter of Temptation” “I slaughtered lust in its flesh before it could seduce me.” The words cut as sharply as the act they describe—a visceral, deliberate strike against a force that once held me captive. There came a moment of reckoning, a crossroads where the
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Description The Second Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“The Stain of Desire” All the bloodstains on me came from lustful desires in human form.” These words linger like an echo from a battlefield I never chose but couldn’t avoid. The marks I carry aren’t from battles with others—no swords or fists left these scars.
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Description The First Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“Philosophy of Trials” Life is not a gentle stream—it’s a forge, a crucible where the raw, unshaped essence of who we are is thrust into the flames. The trials and tribulations I’ve faced refined my soul like iron, stripping away the brittle edges and forging something
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Description I’ve just broken free from the slave ship—that relentless 9-to-5 grind—and it hits me: what is freedom if not the rejection of a life that’s been handed to me? This system, this machine of control, can’t kill my vibe because I’ve seen through its illusion. It’s not just a job I’ve escaped; it’s the
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Description My neck feels like an art gallery, each chain hanging heavy around it, a showcase of my own making. Every single one of these chains tells a story—how my heart’s turning hollow and vain, emptying out with every link I add. I know I should be building something deeper, stacking up spiritual gains to
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Description This poem is a heartfelt ode to a woman admired for her intellectual and spiritual depth, blending biblical devotion with a complex interplay of personal qualities. Comprising seven lines, it follows an unstructured yet rhythmic flow, with no strict rhyme scheme but a clear cadence that mirrors the speaker’s reverence. The language is rich
The Quiet Triumph of the authentic youth In certain corners of the world, virtue is punished before it is ever rewarded. To be young, sharp-minded, and clean-handed is to invite contempt. The clever boy who reads instead of robbing, the girl who dreams in metaphors instead of carrying a blade—these are branded as inauthentic, as outsiders to “real” life. Purity becomes a stain; a blank criminal record, a mark of shame. In the economy of the streets, innocence has no currency. Only spilled blood buys respect. This inversion of values is not new. Societies have always had their rites of passage, their sacrificial altars. What changes is the idol on the altar. Where once we demanded the young prove themselves through courage, discipline, or creation, some subcultures now demand proof through destruction—preferably of someone else, but of the self if necessary. To refuse that offering is to be cast out as “uncool,” as someone who has not truly lived.Yet the poem reminds us of a colder truth: the grave is the great equalizer, and it does not negotiate. The villainous youth who chased the dragon of reputation often find it first—six feet deep before the story has properly begun. Their names become cautionary tales whispered by the next generation, fairy tales with real corpses. Meanwhile, the ones who were mocked for keeping their hands clean, for defining life through “the void and darkest weather” without adding to the darkness—they endure. Quietly. Uncelebrated. Alive.There is a deep philosophical irony here. The path that promises immediate belonging, adrenaline, and mythic status leads most reliably to oblivion. The path that offers only the cold shoulder in the present grants the only thing that ultimately matters: a future. Authenticity, it turns out, is not measured by how loudly the crowd cheers in your twenties, but by whether you are still breathing in your thirties to tell a different story.The authentic youth prevail not because destiny favors them, not because some cosmic justice intervenes, but because they refuse to trade the infinite possibilities of a long life for the fleeting applause of a culture already burning itself out. In the end, the ones who seemed most alive were only hurrying toward death. The ones dismissed as mediocre inherited the only victory that cannot be taken away: tomorrow.
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The First Tread from “Deceptive Art Of War : Israel – Palestine (Poem)”:is “Deceptive Art Unveiled: Ephesians 6:12 Explained” These current world events resemble a fine deceptive art on display.” Step into the gallery of today’s chaos—nations clashing, headlines screaming—and you’ll see a spectacle unfold. What we witness in the Israel-Palestine conflict, a struggle etched
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Poem Dissected Threads Thread Thread 1 :Deceptive Art Unveiled : What Does Ephesians 6:12 Mean In Israel-Palestine Conflict ? Thread 2 : Deceptive Art Unveiled : Souls Divided over Israel – Palestine Thread 3 : Deceptive Art Unveiled : Those Painting the deceptive imagery From Behind the scene Thread 4 : Deceptive Art Unveiled :Ignorance On Parade Thread 5
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The fourth Tread from “She Had To Go” (Poem):“The Triumph of the Few” Only a few men escaped her seductive barbarity.” The words hang heavy, a quiet monument to a victory so rare it borders on myth. Escape from her—lust draped in silk, her pulchritude a deadly snare—wasn’t a gift handed to the masses. It
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The fourth Tread from “She Had To Go” (Poem):“The Taste of Memory” “Her blood touches my lips, reminiscing on the time when lust had its grip on me.” The slaughter was done, the blade of will had struck, and yet victory didn’t wipe the slate clean. Even in triumph, the residue lingers—a faint smear of
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Description The Third Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“The Slaughter of Temptation” “I slaughtered lust in its flesh before it could seduce me.” The words cut as sharply as the act they describe—a visceral, deliberate strike against a force that once held me captive. There came a moment of reckoning, a crossroads where the
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Description The Second Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“The Stain of Desire” All the bloodstains on me came from lustful desires in human form.” These words linger like an echo from a battlefield I never chose but couldn’t avoid. The marks I carry aren’t from battles with others—no swords or fists left these scars.
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Description The First Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“Philosophy of Trials” Life is not a gentle stream—it’s a forge, a crucible where the raw, unshaped essence of who we are is thrust into the flames. The trials and tribulations I’ve faced refined my soul like iron, stripping away the brittle edges and forging something
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Description I’ve just broken free from the slave ship—that relentless 9-to-5 grind—and it hits me: what is freedom if not the rejection of a life that’s been handed to me? This system, this machine of control, can’t kill my vibe because I’ve seen through its illusion. It’s not just a job I’ve escaped; it’s the
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Description My neck feels like an art gallery, each chain hanging heavy around it, a showcase of my own making. Every single one of these chains tells a story—how my heart’s turning hollow and vain, emptying out with every link I add. I know I should be building something deeper, stacking up spiritual gains to
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Description This poem is a heartfelt ode to a woman admired for her intellectual and spiritual depth, blending biblical devotion with a complex interplay of personal qualities. Comprising seven lines, it follows an unstructured yet rhythmic flow, with no strict rhyme scheme but a clear cadence that mirrors the speaker’s reverence. The language is rich
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The First Tread from “Deceptive Art Of War : Israel – Palestine (Poem)”:is “Deceptive Art Unveiled: Ephesians 6:12 Explained” These current world events resemble a fine deceptive art on display.” Step into the gallery of today’s chaos—nations clashing, headlines screaming—and you’ll see a spectacle unfold. What we witness in the Israel-Palestine conflict, a struggle etched
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Poem Dissected Threads Thread Thread 1 :Deceptive Art Unveiled : What Does Ephesians 6:12 Mean In Israel-Palestine Conflict ? Thread 2 : Deceptive Art Unveiled : Souls Divided over Israel – Palestine Thread 3 : Deceptive Art Unveiled : Those Painting the deceptive imagery From Behind the scene Thread 4 : Deceptive Art Unveiled :Ignorance On Parade Thread 5
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The fourth Tread from “She Had To Go” (Poem):“The Triumph of the Few” Only a few men escaped her seductive barbarity.” The words hang heavy, a quiet monument to a victory so rare it borders on myth. Escape from her—lust draped in silk, her pulchritude a deadly snare—wasn’t a gift handed to the masses. It
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The fourth Tread from “She Had To Go” (Poem):“The Taste of Memory” “Her blood touches my lips, reminiscing on the time when lust had its grip on me.” The slaughter was done, the blade of will had struck, and yet victory didn’t wipe the slate clean. Even in triumph, the residue lingers—a faint smear of
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Description The Third Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“The Slaughter of Temptation” “I slaughtered lust in its flesh before it could seduce me.” The words cut as sharply as the act they describe—a visceral, deliberate strike against a force that once held me captive. There came a moment of reckoning, a crossroads where the
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Description The Second Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“The Stain of Desire” All the bloodstains on me came from lustful desires in human form.” These words linger like an echo from a battlefield I never chose but couldn’t avoid. The marks I carry aren’t from battles with others—no swords or fists left these scars.
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Description The First Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“Philosophy of Trials” Life is not a gentle stream—it’s a forge, a crucible where the raw, unshaped essence of who we are is thrust into the flames. The trials and tribulations I’ve faced refined my soul like iron, stripping away the brittle edges and forging something
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Description I’ve just broken free from the slave ship—that relentless 9-to-5 grind—and it hits me: what is freedom if not the rejection of a life that’s been handed to me? This system, this machine of control, can’t kill my vibe because I’ve seen through its illusion. It’s not just a job I’ve escaped; it’s the
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Description My neck feels like an art gallery, each chain hanging heavy around it, a showcase of my own making. Every single one of these chains tells a story—how my heart’s turning hollow and vain, emptying out with every link I add. I know I should be building something deeper, stacking up spiritual gains to
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Description This poem is a heartfelt ode to a woman admired for her intellectual and spiritual depth, blending biblical devotion with a complex interplay of personal qualities. Comprising seven lines, it follows an unstructured yet rhythmic flow, with no strict rhyme scheme but a clear cadence that mirrors the speaker’s reverence. The language is rich
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The First Tread from “Deceptive Art Of War : Israel – Palestine (Poem)”:is “Deceptive Art Unveiled: Ephesians 6:12 Explained” These current world events resemble a fine deceptive art on display.” Step into the gallery of today’s chaos—nations clashing, headlines screaming—and you’ll see a spectacle unfold. What we witness in the Israel-Palestine conflict, a struggle etched
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Poem Dissected Threads Thread Thread 1 :Deceptive Art Unveiled : What Does Ephesians 6:12 Mean In Israel-Palestine Conflict ? Thread 2 : Deceptive Art Unveiled : Souls Divided over Israel – Palestine Thread 3 : Deceptive Art Unveiled : Those Painting the deceptive imagery From Behind the scene Thread 4 : Deceptive Art Unveiled :Ignorance On Parade Thread 5
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The fourth Tread from “She Had To Go” (Poem):“The Triumph of the Few” Only a few men escaped her seductive barbarity.” The words hang heavy, a quiet monument to a victory so rare it borders on myth. Escape from her—lust draped in silk, her pulchritude a deadly snare—wasn’t a gift handed to the masses. It
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The fourth Tread from “She Had To Go” (Poem):“The Taste of Memory” “Her blood touches my lips, reminiscing on the time when lust had its grip on me.” The slaughter was done, the blade of will had struck, and yet victory didn’t wipe the slate clean. Even in triumph, the residue lingers—a faint smear of
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Description The Third Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“The Slaughter of Temptation” “I slaughtered lust in its flesh before it could seduce me.” The words cut as sharply as the act they describe—a visceral, deliberate strike against a force that once held me captive. There came a moment of reckoning, a crossroads where the
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Description The Second Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“The Stain of Desire” All the bloodstains on me came from lustful desires in human form.” These words linger like an echo from a battlefield I never chose but couldn’t avoid. The marks I carry aren’t from battles with others—no swords or fists left these scars.
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Description The First Tread from “Had to Let Go” (Poem):“Philosophy of Trials” Life is not a gentle stream—it’s a forge, a crucible where the raw, unshaped essence of who we are is thrust into the flames. The trials and tribulations I’ve faced refined my soul like iron, stripping away the brittle edges and forging something
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Description I’ve just broken free from the slave ship—that relentless 9-to-5 grind—and it hits me: what is freedom if not the rejection of a life that’s been handed to me? This system, this machine of control, can’t kill my vibe because I’ve seen through its illusion. It’s not just a job I’ve escaped; it’s the
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Description My neck feels like an art gallery, each chain hanging heavy around it, a showcase of my own making. Every single one of these chains tells a story—how my heart’s turning hollow and vain, emptying out with every link I add. I know I should be building something deeper, stacking up spiritual gains to
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Description This poem is a heartfelt ode to a woman admired for her intellectual and spiritual depth, blending biblical devotion with a complex interplay of personal qualities. Comprising seven lines, it follows an unstructured yet rhythmic flow, with no strict rhyme scheme but a clear cadence that mirrors the speaker’s reverence. The language is rich
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