Lighted hearts
Be the lights;
Ward off the blight
With the light.
Bright is thy name
Straight is thy path
Worry not the divine will guide
If the righteous path you stride.
For many, life is hell
Languishing in anguish,
Religion is a call of dead
And, faith is the rascal’s word
Years shall roll by
In changing seasons
Like fashions
Everything keeps in motion.
But, our heart
Why?
Be always buried still
Dead - beneath layers of pain.
Cry of hatred
Unto every land it creeps
Less and less love is spoken
Yet scarcely, we are void of love
For we are love
For we are love
Nothing but, we are love.
©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 221009.
Be the lights;
Ward off the blight
With the light.
Bright is thy name
Straight is thy path
Worry not the divine will guide
If the righteous path you stride.
For many, life is hell
Languishing in anguish,
Religion is a call of dead
And, faith is the rascal’s word
Years shall roll by
In changing seasons
Like fashions
Everything keeps in motion.
But, our heart
Why?
Be always buried still
Dead - beneath layers of pain.
Cry of hatred
Unto every land it creeps
Less and less love is spoken
Yet scarcely, we are void of love
For we are love
For we are love
Nothing but, we are love.
©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 221009.
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