Under dark ominous clouds

Thoughts are rowing with Being Celestial

His Voice melodic, earnest, seemingly terrestrial:

Grieve we must grieve over hearts buried

Hurriedly engaged... yet, slyly unhurried,

Over wasteland, and the lips hectic yet, uncaring.

Grieve we must grieve over self-love 

Those hurriedly absorbed in self,

Yet, to others numb and unhurried,

Minds intoxicated with hatred venom,

Voyages taken into land of deception,

Where values are robbed of pure color and merit

Earthlings stuck in sands of mystified sadness

Soaking up "all" with thirsty sponge of madness;

All embraced with an arm of toleration,

Each "value" has fluid face or coloration.

Grieve we must grieve over sinister machination

The illusory needs and cravings that leave

The dim-witted cravers with dire starvation

On dusty roads, vacant eyes staring

Fell in the grime! for all was "mine"

Burning hurriedly with burned out imagination,

Not grieving over short-lived, vain excitation 

Grieve we must grieve over hearts buried

And the hands busy, yet uncaring

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Woe to me if I do not speak of Thee!

If the heart is not free

And, the mind is on me,

Woe to me!

To believe

Forever fed from

The Hand

Of the Sacred Lamb.