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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wings beat through the wind of change Echoing drumsong on etheric skins We swoop to existence to feast upon Fermented stories plucked from Eden’s memory Drunk on the possibilities of harvests fulfillment We migrate to a new golden dawn Still loving you for the hope as it springs eternal from the nail bed of your wounded heart. Who will part the heavens for thee as Moses parted the Sea? Suffer. Suffer little children. Be meek, be poor, endure another round of Karmic delight as the light remains hidden under a bushel of fear and we are left here living the fall out scurrying about in the destruction of our leaving. We have all been deceiving the holy ghost and at the very most we can try to be kind but the human mind is so disconnected from heart that we do not know where to start to heal. We can only feel as deep as our pain has allowed us It runneth over, our cup. They nailed you up and left you there to bleed their greed for suffering, licking lips at the sight of pain and once again they're howling for blood and bone. War alone shows us, I suppose. Not enough the rows on rows where desert grows crosses born to die in scorn. We all die. Heads severed and hung to dry just trying to please bodies blowing in the breeze strange fruit indeed. Yet you still bleed from every church wall and cemetery yet your cross is very very old. I've been told your Mother died For one whole year she cried at the agony of betrayals cost as all was lost of that bright dream. It sure doesn't seem any better to me. Jealousy and greed precede. I know we have to change and rearrange our thinking. We've made a stinking mess of the wisdom taught. We got caught in thinking, that life is so tough we could never be enough. You told us, these things we could do and more we just don't believe you anymore.
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