All is vanity, vanity, vanity...
Humankind is losing humanity.
Where are we so blindly heading?
Our gods are too little and boringly dull.
What they give cannot ever make hearts to be full,
but our hopes are gradually shedding
their skin, leaving souls unprotected
and with germs of this world too infected.
Then we wonder why life’s so hurting.
But when, under the auspices of the true God,
risking our friendships by appearing odd,
we refuse with this world toxic flirting
after seeing our souls all covered in puss,
vile feelings and thoughts so swarming in us,
when we wish all such feelings’ repelling,
then the Lord gives the skin to wrap up our sores,
then the spirit within us is healed and it soars
into heights, where visions are dwelling.
8.01.2012
Our hopes
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