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A Perfect Ideal
- A Perfect Ideal -
In a truly perfect world, there would not be any need,
For cruel and bloody wars, fought over petty greed!
All peoples would join together in joy and brotherhood,
And the knowledge of the ages could be understood.
Is what we have lost worth the little some seek to gain,
When they give in to hatred, empowering only pain?
The scars we all carry, either without or deep within,
Cannot ever be healed by intolerance’s perpetual sin!
The collective and subconscious dreams of humanity,
IF we continue like this, they shall never come to be.
We cannot crucify our messiahs, and martyr every saint,
And expect to escape from our own cruelty’s dire taint.
How dare we ask our gods to, our petty evils forgive!
When we will not allow ourselves, in peace, to so live.
The wickedest devils do, in our own hearts yet dwell,
Worse: than any found even in the deep fires of Hell.
What we call sinful, the gods do laugh at long on high,
Wondering what hypocritical creatures we are, to so lie.
In the name of righteousness innocents perish for naught,
Slain by our own belief in the falsehoods we have wrought.
Each generation maintain that it is better than all before,
Whilst leading itself astray, yet one prejudiced step more.
How wicked: hath become the perverse mind of man…
To say that cruelty of any kind is part of any divine plan!
No god asks for so many horrors to keep taking place,
In order to so glorify its’ unquestionable and vain grace.
What god doth require the blood and souls of the dead?
When the living are better suited to serve divinity instead.
Why look forward to the day when the world might end,
When we can build a heaven on Earth no evil can rend?
Why must Paradise be so far beyond a mortal’s reach!
That we should content ourselves with illusions we teach.
A doctrine that is true, practices peace and well as love,
In harmony with the will of Heaven as it really is above.
Never presume to speak for the gods to which ye bow!
Ye forget the past, forsake the future: destroy the now.
A king can rule no proper kingdom under all the stars…
If he builds it upon blood, and upon sorrow’s sad scars!
Ashes and bones are not subjects fit to be: ever ruled…
To make any empire in that way is by evil to be fooled.
Fire and terror do not make the green trees to grow,
Oppression and fear do not cause the waters to flow.
Desecration and persecution do not help winds to blow,
Brutality and ignorance do not add to what we know.
In harmony with nature, and together we may as one,
Perhaps yet live as the gods intended, lest all be undone.
Creation was founded upon a word and by a will divine,
Yet we break faith with powers even older than all time!
To be a perfect people, we need a more perfect ideal,
If the wounds of humanity are ever to with mercy heal.
Love is the answer, and understanding is the simple key,
By which we might unlock the glory of a noble destiny.
I present a better ideal here, for all peoples to pursue,
In the name of divinity, and all that is goodly and true!
But also of humanity, forsaken by itself for so very long,
Remember thyself and join me in a more beautiful song.
In a truly perfect world, there would not be any need,
For cruel and bloody wars, fought over petty greed!
All peoples would join together in joy and brotherhood,
And the knowledge of the ages could be understood.
Is what we have lost worth the little some seek to gain,
When they give in to hatred, empowering only pain?
The scars we all carry, either without or deep within,
Cannot ever be healed by intolerance’s perpetual sin!
The collective and subconscious dreams of humanity,
IF we continue like this, they shall never come to be.
We cannot crucify our messiahs, and martyr every saint,
And expect to escape from our own cruelty’s dire taint.
How dare we ask our gods to, our petty evils forgive!
When we will not allow ourselves, in peace, to so live.
The wickedest devils do, in our own hearts yet dwell,
Worse: than any found even in the deep fires of Hell.
What we call sinful, the gods do laugh at long on high,
Wondering what hypocritical creatures we are, to so lie.
In the name of righteousness innocents perish for naught,
Slain by our own belief in the falsehoods we have wrought.
Each generation maintain that it is better than all before,
Whilst leading itself astray, yet one prejudiced step more.
How wicked: hath become the perverse mind of man…
To say that cruelty of any kind is part of any divine plan!
No god asks for so many horrors to keep taking place,
In order to so glorify its’ unquestionable and vain grace.
What god doth require the blood and souls of the dead?
When the living are better suited to serve divinity instead.
Why look forward to the day when the world might end,
When we can build a heaven on Earth no evil can rend?
Why must Paradise be so far beyond a mortal’s reach!
That we should content ourselves with illusions we teach.
A doctrine that is true, practices peace and well as love,
In harmony with the will of Heaven as it really is above.
Never presume to speak for the gods to which ye bow!
Ye forget the past, forsake the future: destroy the now.
A king can rule no proper kingdom under all the stars…
If he builds it upon blood, and upon sorrow’s sad scars!
Ashes and bones are not subjects fit to be: ever ruled…
To make any empire in that way is by evil to be fooled.
Fire and terror do not make the green trees to grow,
Oppression and fear do not cause the waters to flow.
Desecration and persecution do not help winds to blow,
Brutality and ignorance do not add to what we know.
In harmony with nature, and together we may as one,
Perhaps yet live as the gods intended, lest all be undone.
Creation was founded upon a word and by a will divine,
Yet we break faith with powers even older than all time!
To be a perfect people, we need a more perfect ideal,
If the wounds of humanity are ever to with mercy heal.
Love is the answer, and understanding is the simple key,
By which we might unlock the glory of a noble destiny.
I present a better ideal here, for all peoples to pursue,
In the name of divinity, and all that is goodly and true!
But also of humanity, forsaken by itself for so very long,
Remember thyself and join me in a more beautiful song.
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