Feeling not of this place,
but of one far away,
filled with the scent of love.
Feed me not lies of peace,
for I feel for this world,
as brandished steel destroys
hope of eternal life.
Ravaged lives lie broken,
mended they cannot be,
except for their sacred souls,
which can now find freedom
in houses of the holy.
Fire shall rain down daily,
until this way of life
is ceased and desisted.
Peace, a true cherished gem,
needs to breathe free of sham.
Find it in your soul now
to set in motion love,
that will consume evil.
Paradise does exist,
not only in our minds,
but in every man's heart. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c1991
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