Blinded by religion the world is, Touched by holiness, everythings at ease.
The parents of a girl of seven Got her a holy guide to make her reach heaven.
His deeds and thoughts were said to be long, His greatness spread like a catchy song. So old the man, was round and dark So cold the man, in his walk and talk.
“A seperate room should be arranged for the class”, Said he ” should be away from the disturbance of mass”. The door was shut and the curtains dropped, The evil in him out had popped. He hugged and kissed the little girl He smelled her hand and felt her curl.
He kissed and kissed and kissed all long The little one went blank, Was it a gesture of love or care? , It was something above her age was aware.
His darkness was hidden behind his holy cloth His spirituality the had trusted all while. This holy crime wouldn’t cease When blinded by religion the world is.
whispers… a shudder, to frolic in the dire ambiance a spiritual awakening a peace that passes all understanding the go between the comforter a heart saturated with truth in order to withstand the true test of time angelic premonition a
Trust the person who calls spade a spade Trust not the person who praises without base Rudeness may be bitter to swallow but frankness is the stepping stone to swallow success sweet talks though pleasant need not be true Truth
Hail to you O holy Ganges ! A river merely you never have been Darling daughter of mighty Himalaya Mother to millions of doting devotees . How you descend from the heavenly heights Like a lively , sportive girl child
Oh and as I put on the WHITE LIGHT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT nothing can harm me Today…like a mirror all around me Negativity will see its own reflection And flee because negativity can’t stand Itself but if anything good
The kitchen staff left a slice of cake out. all the while, stacking chairs on tables, scraping the grill, through the ravenous inhale of the vacuum cleaner, it sits like an unscaled peak framed in the lights of the pass-through.