By Eve Lorgen

The accuser stands before me

Behind masks of clever design.

Distorted perceptions constantly feed

To sever the ties of like minds.

Minds that know that something is wrong

In a world where true love is gone.

Purity of spirit drives the accuser mad.

As we sing our angelic song.

Trust in me, my Beloved says.

I know your heart is true.

Your spirit is like a laser beam

Piercing darkness through and through.

Don’t look for acceptance in their eyes

But only look up to Me.

Keep your mind focused on the sunrise

Of perfect love, that only then can set you free.

 

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