January 1, 2022
No angels from the skies can heal our pain For we who labour here are ignorant And live within the falsehoods of the hour. The only possible change is change within No ‘ism' has the power to deny The enemy that knocks upon our doors. It is not alone the fearing change in us But the collective harmony, the earth In fear beseeches us to heal her wounds. How many centuries mankind has seen Depart while he the animal still walks And speaks with tongue divided to the mass. A blind humanity unwilling to grow Into the destined image of the Lord. The hour of God is now, let all awake.
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