In name I stand
Beholden yet
Forevermore the leaves

Drift lazily
Upon the wind
Summoned to the ground

While pantheistic
Impart the words that grieve

And atheistic
Think hope can not be found

But for my outcry, wailed, screamed
And for the future visions dreamed
And for the children on this earth
Pyres flare. Coffins burn.

As smoke of hate can choke the Father
Stop to wonder why you bother
Seeking for this planet, peace
’til Christ received, is never found.


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