DESSERTS OF EXISTENCE

The core of existence is holy.
I mean GOD made man, so we are holy in the foundation. The problem comes in after the meal of holiness. The desert of godliness or so I call it.
The conscience of humanity holds the core am pointing out. Like how you felt guilty when you lied to your friends you were busy because you were avoiding company.

Or like how you felt after arguing with your siblings and said things you wish you didn’t say. The moments when you wish you could turn back time and unmeet the people who break your heart. The times when you beat yourself up in thoughts of, “if I could turn back time”. Those are the core, the meal I mean. The mistakes we make trecking the arena of living are the desert because in between the mistakes we love the fire it ignites. Like the orgasm, you got fornicating though as a born again you knew it’s sinful. Your conscience visits, later on, to torment you for the choices you made. Like the times you treated someone badly coz you had the lighter side of the hand on your side.

Karma is the nickname of mother nature. This is our mother as children of the universe. No matter how sweet the dessert is, it can never play the role of a meal. It’s only valid in the aftermath. Remind me my core is holy lest I fall into temptation. The wages of sin is death I say, but we never died the first time we lied so the lie bore more sins.

My conscience is never easy on me and that is evident enough that the core of my existence is godly. When you love desserts more than meals, your health has tampered, soon you might wear out and maybe die. The conscience never lets you fall asleep on a fair pattern. So you’ll wake up in the middle of your sleep and look back in regret. Sometimes unaware of why and where you went wrong, but deep down aware of your injustice.
The dessert is only sweet when it lasts. Like how I shouted at a baby coz it stepped on me and it couldn’t help itself. How do I get away with such vices? It darkening to realize you know what’s right and still do what’s wrong because you love dessert more than meals but still in the desire to be healthy you have a bite or two of the core. I’ve said too much it hurts. Have yourselves a nice time as I drown my Pepsi.