What can I do?I heard them, I saw them!
And I heard them My Lord
from their mouth came
the abomination
their words against you
Your own children. ...
I cry for you My Lord
You gave them life
You gave them the words
and they now knownigly
turn against you. ...
Your beloved children
My Lord. ...
I saw them painting
your symbols and pissing
on them
The symbols of life...
The symbols of love
What can I do My Lord?
Is my love enough to heal your pain?
The blasphemy is tearing my soul apart!
You know better, you are the righteous judge. ..
Time can not affect you, you live in aeon
but even if you can see the whole picture
and know the greater meaning of all
it still hurts you... isn't it My Lord?
- Oh Father and mother of creation
Tell me, what can I do?
They believe that you are dead...
That's why they dare to tell
those string of profanities!
But you still keep us all in your thought
and care for us. ...
You just have to stop thinking about us
and we will die. ...
So many centuries have you waited
for us to learn...
- Oh Father and mother of creation
And tommorow they gonna wake up
forget all about yesterday and move on
with their lives!
The life that you gave them!!!
Tommorow I will move on and probably
do something wrong...
- Oh Father and mother of creation
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2006-08-15 at 10:47
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