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God speaks as conscience;
childlike innocence.
When we disobey,
soul’s blue skies turn grey.
The ever changing moods of a soul that longs to be free 
can be varied and vast like an ocean's fluctuate artistry 
So often we lose the hearing of the young 
replacing it with stubborn ears of old that refuse to believe 
Having stared at grey skies for a lifetime we no longer 
sheen the Faith of our forefathers ; 
We never turn the finger nor blame the culprit  
for the turning of events 
we turn a blind eye to our past actions 
the ones that have led us astray;  
God speaks as conscience but sometimes 
we interpret His voice any which way we please 
when soul's blue skies turn grey, 
whos fault is it anyway !

Betrayed by our hand,
life’s barren and bland,
until we awake;
dark desires forsake.
Engulfed in the carnage desires of flesh and wanton beat 
we lose sight of the glorious pregnant gardens of our youth 
Slighting beauty we abuse of the God given gift of choice  
we opt for a barren and bland life of repetitive fractal sins; 
Betrayed by our own hand we have no recourse 
until we awaken to the calling of an Arching blessing;  
Then we move into a colored world full of bright nuances,  
where everyone can see that we have finally understood 
the true meaning of being fully awakened by the Spirit. 
Amen !

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