Sunday, August 1st, 2021, 23:11


You were meaning us Beauty,

elegance of a swan,

that dignifying, perfect

stance of a God’s Son!


But here, on Prison Planet,

monsters tread on your face,

force you kneel, in cold order,

ugliness and disgrace…


Like a dove are you landing…

Innocent gentleness.

Harmony are you bringing,

Sweetness and Love and Peace…


But on the Prison Planet

cold death gives the tone.

Doves are killed, kept in cages,

for the hearts are of stone!


It Is Done. Thy Love Power,

Cosmic Order To Be,

Liberates all Thy children

and our Planet Be Free!




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