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Forgiveness' magnanimity
Your tears, humble snowdrops dewy,
surrounded by snow of pure intent.
Capable, a saviour of blossoming tulips,
you, spring of hope, life's fundament.
I cry no more, despair's gone forever,
as your source inexhaustible reminds
me of the justice that will never
lose a soul, for love its way finds.
Your chicklings are martyrs despaired,
amid arrogance of humankind's hypocrisy
that minces them in fate a human wouldn't bear,
your Golden promise turns to legacy
of excuses that compare itself to animals,
when it is about the comfort of food they've slain,
that conveniently mocks Amazonian cannibals,
haughtily believing they've got superior brain.
Humankind, is it about capacities of thoughts,
or pain when all your bones get smashed in pieces?
Would you like to feel this sensation or what's
that you imagine animals experience for your caprices?
Please, it's Jesus that requires lambs for Easter,
cooked in the name of his forgiving love.
Or do you want to stuff yourself with meat, a feaster,
with no thought of their pain or his tears above?
Yet indeed he is magnanimous and openhearted.
He will always help you, guide you, heal you.
When he shows compassion, you always laugh at
his naivete but ignorant, you have no clue.
Without the angel's legion, you can't survive.
You mix up your life and now at God complain.
But from your ugly heart you temporarily can hide...
You laugh at him, but then who helps you through your pain?
Who exhausts divine energy for undeserving ones?
Ones that have no respect and murder the helpless.
For he knows, especially those ugly deserve abundance.
But as an individual.. do you still excuse your dullness?
Every particle is a revolving spiral of creation,
containing the infinity of God's blessings and welfare.
So cooked flesh is your gift to his sorrow and pulsation,
your special fire to all incinerated universes there.
Yet you are forgiven, for Christ's love is eternal.
To forgive the flawless ones is not forgiveness.
But don't abuse this good will, for the infernal
pain needs to cease and may it be Love within us!
surrounded by snow of pure intent.
Capable, a saviour of blossoming tulips,
you, spring of hope, life's fundament.
I cry no more, despair's gone forever,
as your source inexhaustible reminds
me of the justice that will never
lose a soul, for love its way finds.
Your chicklings are martyrs despaired,
amid arrogance of humankind's hypocrisy
that minces them in fate a human wouldn't bear,
your Golden promise turns to legacy
of excuses that compare itself to animals,
when it is about the comfort of food they've slain,
that conveniently mocks Amazonian cannibals,
haughtily believing they've got superior brain.
Humankind, is it about capacities of thoughts,
or pain when all your bones get smashed in pieces?
Would you like to feel this sensation or what's
that you imagine animals experience for your caprices?
Please, it's Jesus that requires lambs for Easter,
cooked in the name of his forgiving love.
Or do you want to stuff yourself with meat, a feaster,
with no thought of their pain or his tears above?
Yet indeed he is magnanimous and openhearted.
He will always help you, guide you, heal you.
When he shows compassion, you always laugh at
his naivete but ignorant, you have no clue.
Without the angel's legion, you can't survive.
You mix up your life and now at God complain.
But from your ugly heart you temporarily can hide...
You laugh at him, but then who helps you through your pain?
Who exhausts divine energy for undeserving ones?
Ones that have no respect and murder the helpless.
For he knows, especially those ugly deserve abundance.
But as an individual.. do you still excuse your dullness?
Every particle is a revolving spiral of creation,
containing the infinity of God's blessings and welfare.
So cooked flesh is your gift to his sorrow and pulsation,
your special fire to all incinerated universes there.
Yet you are forgiven, for Christ's love is eternal.
To forgive the flawless ones is not forgiveness.
But don't abuse this good will, for the infernal
pain needs to cease and may it be Love within us!
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