There's a line you can cross, a point of no return,
A sin so grave, for which the soul will burn.
It's not the thief's hand, or the murderer's stain,
But a deeper darkness, a self-inflicted pain.
Blasphemy of Spirit, a dangerous game,
Not just a curse word, or taking God's name in vain.
It's seeing the truth, yet choosing to defame,
A conscious rejection, fueling the flame.
When miracles unfold, by the Spirit's might,
And you twist the truth, calling darkness the light.
Attributing God's work to the forces of night,
A deliberate choice, to wage a spiritual fight.
It's more than a mistake, a momentary lapse,
It's a hardened heart, where repentance collapses.
A stubborn refusal, as the soul perhaps,
Seals its own fate, falling into dark traps.
Blasphemy, a sin unforgiven,
A darkened soul, forever driven.
Turning away from the light so bright,
Choosing darkness, eternal night.
Blasphemy, a dangerous game,
Rejecting the Spirit, fueling the flame.
A hardened heart, beyond repair,
Lost in darkness, consumed by despair.
Jesus walked the earth, with power divine,
Healing the sick, making the blind see fine.
Casting out demons, with a word, so align,
Yet some closed their eyes, refusing to align.
They saw the Spirit's work, clear and bright,
But claimed it was Satan, shrouded in night.
A willful distortion, twisting what's right,
Rejecting God's grace, with all their might.
This blasphemy of Spirit, a dangerous road,
Leading to a place, where hope can't erode.
It's not that God's mercy, has ceased to erode,
But the heart's condition, forever code.
A choice to deny, the truth that's revealed,
A stubborn resistance, a battlefield concealed.
The consequences eternal, forever sealed,
A soul lost in darkness, never healed.
Blasphemy, a sin unforgiven,
A darkened soul, forever driven.
Turning away from the light so bright,
Choosing darkness, eternal night.
Blasphemy, a dangerous game,
Rejecting the Spirit, fueling the flame.
A hardened heart, beyond repair,
Lost in darkness, consumed by despair.
No forgiveness found, in this life or the next,
A warning echoed, a spiritual text.
It's not that God's love, has lost its context,
But the heart's inability, to re-annex.
The ability to ask, for mercy and grace,
Is lost in the darkness, leaving no trace.
A self-imposed prison, a desolate space,
Where the Spirit's call, finds no embrace.
So guard your heart, with diligence and care,
Be open to truth, let the Spirit prepare.
Resist the temptation, to fall into despair,
And reject the light, beyond compare.
For the blasphemy of Spirit, a deadly snare,
A path of destruction, beyond repair.
Choose wisely, my friend, let your conscience be bare,
And embrace God's love, beyond all compare.
Blasphemy, a sin unforgiven,
A darkened soul, forever driven.
Turning away from the light so bright,
Choosing darkness, eternal night.
Blasphemy, a dangerous game,
Rejecting the Spirit, fueling the flame.
A hardened heart, beyond repair,
Lost in darkness, consumed by despair.
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