A dark chaos
A dark chaos is raging on Gaia;
in the death throes they lost their kind.
How then, in the Cosmos of Father
ever think to defeat Divine Mind?
Where then, do you think, is a hole
you can hide from His Light and His Splendor?
Can’t you see, poor brothers, it’s high time,
you go Home, as your dark game is over?
Father does not condemn you for falling;
you can bask in His Love and His Grace.
And we all have forgiven, released you.
Be you healed, and return to your place.