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To The Heavenís Glory Be Thy Name

To the Heavenís glory be thy name   † †
Skin of atonement I bow unto the sovereigns whose journeys have already came † † † † †
If I shall fall short of thy glory before I take my last breath † † † † †  
May I be given wings after the ascending from the stillness of death † † † † †
Before I asunder beyond the sun † † † † †  
Bathe my soulís belief in thy Kingdom † † † † †
On earth as in Heaven, it shall be won † † † † †
I rise to take in vain the occurrences in my life that never was † † † † †
Mercy be upon me † † † † †  
To have soothed souls with my earthly investment to have always given universal love † † † † †
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For the society who professes love with fork tongues † † † † †
Always bless their cup to runneth over with more than some † † † † †  
And enough to share with those who are without none † † † † †
So shall it be written so shall it be done † † † † †
To the Pope may you cast aside silent iniquities among the Holy found in the religion of sin † † † † †
Compassion to the Christian Preacher who teaches to pass the offering plate before the service has begin † † † † †
Let my faith echo from the highest skies † † † † †
Ten centimeters, upon dilation may parents always hear their childís first cries † † † † †
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Abduction to innocent souls gone without a goodbye, preceding of numerous false hopes, no clues † † † † †
May the rock be lifted to give justice to the unrighteous and condemn the blind fool † † † † †
Returned to the cradle of loving arms † † † † †  
Where love and warmth has returned displacing tearful storms † † † † †  
To the men who prances around in ivory holed sheets † † † † †  
Disunited in Psalms for all to the come to the table in Proverbs for all nations to feast † † † † †
Men of skill, the chosen ones to heal by sight unseen of faces upon the Hippocratic Oath † † † † †  
Attend to heart, mind, body, and the mental anguish for the intellect, to never gloat † † † † †
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Never to allow corrupted and purchased beliefs to puppet scientistís hands † † † † †
To quietly depopulate the masses of a childbearing woman, the laughter of child, or eradicate the Creatorís image of man † † † † †
Bangies of the night roaming to share the depth of their soul on a hard bed of knox † † † † †
Leaving pieces of their self by the hour of the tick tock † †  
Give them peace in the comforts of slumber as alone they sleep †† † † † †
Canít we all just get along † † † † †
My Charka meditation found in the hymns blowing in the wind of my nightly songs † † † † †  
I tell you these things they will surely come to pass † † † † †  
Let my words in this testament expand farther than my mind to outlast † † † † †
Life is lived, death is only the repast † † † † †
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To the Heavenís glory be thy name
SweetKittyCat5
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 21st Jan 2022
Author's Note
Life is a song - sing it. Life is a game - play it. Life is a challenge - meet it. Life is a dream - realize it. Life is a sacrifice - offer it. Life is love - enjoy it.

Sai Baba
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