HIDDEN SACRED PLACE
For men who tire of war and bleed
Is there any hope from God or love?
Is living in a world of fallen man
A hopeless state forever without peace?
Who can live on love and virtue alone?
In a world of irrational thought is peace a folly
In a world of common ordinary men?
Artistically sterile and filthy
Fallen and depraved deranged
Fallen humanity without reason
Living by blind beliefs
A world removed from God
Outside of Creations peace
Turning heaven’s peace into war
A spiritual famine and living death
Or tied into knots of nothing at all
Ragamuffins and fascists, wicked destroyers
But artistic genius will bring us back
Back to the peace of creation’s plan
Pulled through the fire and smoke of HELL
And back into the planned Peace of Heaven
This is the secret of genius and divine creation
The hidden secret of the peace of poetry and art
In the ever-present unchanging sacred world of LOVE
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