There is a clear line between spirituality and religion.
Those who are spiritual see this line.
Those who are religious do not see it, or may refuse to look.
Yet, religion, for many, is a stepping stone to spirituality.
A lesson. A wake-up call. An alarm.
Dirt may not encapsulate water, but the water will become muddied for a while.
Religion may not encapsulate the spirit, but its (spirituality) perception by others will become distorted by it.
The Dominion may not encapsulate natural law, which is free, but its efforts in doing so will make mankind slaves of [their] law.
The World is my Kryptonite.
It was delivered by a Canaanite.
It is so very black and white.
Black as black midnight.
White as white starlight.
Hotter than a fist-fight.
Colder than a frostbite.
It tries to lure you to the fight.
Being naturally impolite.
Always swelling with pride and might.
Soaring like a meteorite.
Exploding like dynamite.
O, but it is a parasite!
Warping every human right.
Dealing every man-made fright.
Feeding like a scabie mite.
Destroying like a forest blight.
Yet it craves a ray of Light.
From it, I remain from sight.
It is worse than any stage fright.
A never-ending snakebite.
Seeing without sight.
Hearing without height.
Choking out the sunlight.
The world is my Kryptonite.
But parts of it may turn to Light.
So its pain I will carry on.
Year of the hottest tempers, for sure.
Along with the highest temper-a-tures.
Mere coincidence, the Learned will say;
While others regard the signs of the day.
The missing piece of this mystery’s math
Lies in the two-fold nature of wrath.