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Give to me your sadness and I will give you joy
that you may know this the gift that our God employ
like the morning dew that lights upon the field
all of your sorrows will to your past be yield
 
let the light of love be the beauty your heart adorn
the cold and the darkness from your life be torn
be aware that with the gift  to calculate the cost
to die unto yourself and impurities be tossed
 
Oh elusive joy whose flight like bird on wing
where is the happiness that you I hoped to bring
I have sought your face that I might your splendor wear
searching all the hollowed haunts for your loving care
 
Oh dearth and emptiness where core is desert dry
surround the earth you do and we wonder why
I see mankind starving who do not feed on truth
without the microscope see mans dis-ease as proof
 
The garments that we wear are the mourners shroud
behind us left the glory the love you us endowed
Oh God of Love to your sanctum would I fly
to escape this godless place wherein we all die
 
The erosion of our souls where exists such vacancy
that distraction of our minds and our complacency 
but we like dogs eat our crumbs fallen from your fare
fear to partake the table you have offered share
 
like on serpents belly slither in the arid dust
lost we have the tracks of whats true and just
our fields do the curses thorns and thistles bare
our poverty of spirit the clothing that we wear
 
Oh come God of creation , offered freedom from our plight
dispel the gloom and darkness that exists our night
and slave we do in pain for our crumbs of bread
but what is empty cannot give life unto the dead
 
So few candles left that give us any light
in our weakened states to keep the laws of love in sight
that the price of love is that our life be shed
drink within pure water and upon your tables spread
 
this is just the prospect view of humanity as a whole
not as individuals who practice affection as a way of
life , after watching the documentation of the 
bombings on Nagasaki and Hiroshima I for a day 
felt ashamed to be named "human" the shear horror
of the capacity of mankind to terrorize his kin and 
use mass destruction as the excuse for peace...

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