Despensing our guilt is a difficult job if honesty is not our main priority Guilt is the disciple of catastrophe deeply embedded in the psyche of our souls intricate ocean bed, accelerating upon the crest wave of illustrious deception entertainment provocative hope, and wounding truthful ambition, intriguingly and severely denting the stability of intellect and sensitivity with whimsical delight, Guilt first encounter a taste not well understood, and force its way into existence finding space for more demands within the mind already cramped with the righteous revelation of convicted fear, battling with personality inconsistencies delicate balance in obedience to God our Humanism, Each person unwillingly embraces the traits of guilt repulsive behaviour, cushioned with thousand of absurd vices yearning to birth newer channels, while faith stands revered over misjudge injustice and harmful decisions. After an act of deceptive proportion has been committed, time elapses and served to deaden the conscience with busy activities often done alone with only the atmosphere to dispute right or wrong, but there will comes a time when we least expect a mirror to reflect what we are feeling, and strangers will observe the facial expression, displaying the unsuspecting wind of bizarre change suddenly sweeping down the eyelids in helpless frown, confidence wilted in broken dilemma, shatters the reins of eager truth, and quickly forming defensive excuses of mournful doves unkind note, Guilt contracts a hidden language spoken ridged in bodily action touching collective unconverted rash of discontent, surprise at the sudden unsuspected turn of conversation impatiently falling foul of new adapted perverse interpretation, Nosing out dishonesty, engage emotional battle within the soul’s ocean. Conscience spewing out the lucidities of truth when confession is made, drawn from the deepest floor of the soul’s ocean where excuses are more frequently in operation, The human’s spirit sets the tone for the first encounter to begin seeking genuine heart response to ill gotten gain, and fruitless voyage, the guilt strangles confession, slightly softening the cadences for longer term, prolonging the agony like notorious gorilla warfare; every now and then a weak victory is gain. The foothold of withdraw tongue tied trap by confess guilt, just as the soul begins to feel less of a search. The heart moves to cover the wounded spot, and the trial of the mind shows how the gimmicks of unfaithfulness will always rise to the surface and time is no friend to heal the unconfessional sin. When a person has been deceive, your eyes look their last upon the guilty betrayer with disbelief and tortured temper, you become the wounded victim desensitise muddle awash in hate for the deceiver who has subjectively stolen the fortitudes of splendour and replace it with a camouflage of derelict despair, from which they can only receive the pitying of turtledoves and the strange kindness of ravens, hurt strolls through the streets in bitter daylight and celebrated leprosy, angered by the cheat of moral disaster damaging your peace of mind. Guilt hides behind make belief garden leaves betraying the friendship you build up and seized the opportunity to bring shame, but with strong conviction purposely driven guilty confession can surrender openly with great remorse. Discussing the vexed question of apostasy, the central paths that leads away from the truth, guilt is unimpressed by pampered inquisitiveness to prize out the truth, rather like a pregnant mother awaiting the new arrival, guilt will fall flat at the correct timing, in confession and possible tears, Guilt is the taxman of the soul, payment is inevitable, and it may still keep the grip on the treasury until a fuller confession finds no hiding place, although you may run as far as you can get, even to grateful obscurity by Ireland hoping to ease the tension momentarily, eventually you will run out of place to hide, eventually your sin will find you out, and your guilty conscience will cry out for release, when the probation of waiting time is over, the prolific mute silence which hides confession will unveil the iniquitous desire from your heart Agony in your mind will briefly resume all previously denounce practice which were isolated from society’s gaze, your heart is now open to admit the eye of inspection, but only in brief spells and careful administration, in guilty confession the answers changes from those over the pass to present reality, the surface of your focus is renewed and the probing yield joyful conclusion more valuable than pioneering gold Church will guilty practice should confess at penitent door, a house once full of happiness invites a lower standards to appease the meddling voices also invites misery to stripped and deprive the house of all honour, Pentecost wind up loosing power, the chain of charisma snap under the weight of sin, folly forbids blinded eyes to see and disarmed the ears, defence is departed and hope lays bare, heavy lies the crown of guilt wallowed in the liquid pool of contempt and despair, now the church has hidden virtues unequally yoke together in dishonour and disquietment, and sweeter the sin makes mischief the corned reality, guilt stand looking at the cross with platted crown unafraid to challenge God, until a more formidable danger threaten to overturn the establishment, and sin is set in proper colours, saints abandon self belief and rediscover penitent prayer. Confession is good for the guilty soul it releases the agony of toxic torment and sends peace to routine behaviour; sin is dissolved to the bottom of the soul searching ocean Where God drowns the demons and forgives the individuals, hope is restored in joyous praise; people can trust each other again,