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Prayers sent
carried on the wind with some slim hope
they will, be read By the Almighty
Adrift, forsaken spirits
Cry out a heavenly hope
A single leaf Falling upon the wind
So many free their minds, Of their worldly cares...
Reading signs Of a heavenly design
meeting in churches, with people of like minds
In hopes of Armadas of free souls
can more readily, be found To open minds
In search of heavens respite
From the countless towers In godless temples,
Sacrificial altars Springing up, like fast food joints
To catch the free spirits of youths being led to slaughter
By the purveyors who Play/pray/prey
for the sake of transient pleasures
On a show, which never Seems to end
Faithless servants Too proud to defend
ghost ship Derelict adrift, alone
As the fear of god's wrath
Litters the desolate landscape
Of lost souls
Brings visions of A bad place
with no love
A private room in Hell
with the heavy presence of suffering, pain
the pungent scent of fire and brimstone fill the air
As hopes and prayers are released Bound for heaven
Even though those who survive
May, never truly find the answer
Too blind to see truth
Even when it's right before their eyes
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Jesus ...is love
ONLY LOVE.
There's enough fire and brimstone
in the projects some call home
So many souls lost and alone
Brothers, Sisters... lead them
To their new...
Home...
If you know, it...
Show, it.
