If you are listening to this verse, then you know that the Spirit breathes in the words that soothe our breath. Grace is an art, & the gutter & the king, are never more than a false step apart. Hate is an honest opinion. Evil does not hate, it kills without feeling, with no satisfaction. Hate implies a stolen love. Hate is more pure than Angel's dare to love. Frought in the toils of this mortal world. We cling to our words, as if they were the singing of a legion of Archangels, and we've never heard of folly's foils. But Angels wings are feathered, and the birds are the only one's who own this sky, crest the clouds in feather-winged majesty, and we hear their wailing plead their ancient cry. Have you seen a white owl, perched on a branch in the blinking night, with Eyes clearer than mine or yours? Who are the Gods? Where did we go wrong? It is all bad, despite our sacred verse, Paul, and whats more, I honest say, Its getting worse. . |
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