Clean
Take this mind and make it clean
Wash away the things I've seen
From a screen, violence and death
Pixels glow yet have no breath
Bodies entwined wearing no clothes
My soul enticed, as it follows
The things I want that are displayed
The better me I'd gladly trade
Images displayed, reach real deep
Turn me a man into a sheep
What enters my temple I control
Reducing damage to my soul
A small whisper, I hear God's voice
"Having a clean mind is your choice."
So my choice is to read instead
Words from scripture become my bread
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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