Your Love
The first time I beheld your being, I felt that creation helded, its breath.
Without peace of mind you are in a constant state of war within.
With your tongue, you murder your brothers, sisters,, complete strangers,
And then the innocent, as you allow the guilty to go free.
You go to war with your own heart! Yet we pursue love, or and lust,
with a tenacity and then we declare a cease-fire, that has only one truth.
It blinds us to such a depth, that the cease-fire fails.
Copyright © Elijah Prophet | Year Posted 2012
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