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Freedom
Sunday, August 1st, 2021, 23:11
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You were meaning us Beauty,
elegance of a swan,
that dignifying, perfect
stance of a God’s Son!
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But here, on Prison Planet,
monsters tread on your face,
force you kneel, in cold order,
ugliness and disgrace…
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Like a dove are you landing…
Innocent gentleness.
Harmony are you bringing,
Sweetness and Love and Peace…
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But on the Prison Planet
cold death gives the tone.
Doves are killed, kept in cages,
for the hearts are of stone!
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It Is Done. Thy Love Power,
Cosmic Order To Be,
Liberates all Thy children
and our Planet Be Free!
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Cosmic Liberty 