YOU walk alone through the shadows of time. We drove nails through your wrists and feet. Abandoned, we left you on a cross to meet death yet again. We created another twist to your story, set up councils and churches in your distorted image to suit our lust for absolute power, still growing, still expanding towards its next convulsion.
YOU spoke to us from the hot sands of Arabia through a new man incarnated negotiating the tracks between Yemen, Damascus to yonder expanding world. Reawakened by devout followers of your previous presence, the still source reincarnated the message. But alas, another book, another distortion rebirths, Muslim divided versus Christian divided, Crusaders, Knights Templar, Wahhabis, our madness expands. Interpretations can never see YOU the son of God as YOU see us the benumbed daughters and sons of God. Through our crucifixes, adoration, temples and mosques, in our own image we keep remaking YOU the son of the Devil. This is our leaning and our lust for power is our God.
Yet, from a bottomless well of compassion, YOU endlessly reach out to us, knowing that inevitably we must, through the trials and tribulations of our shortcomings, be eventually reawakened to our true essence. Who are YOU, walking alone through the shadows of time? YOU must be Love.
YOU spoke to us from the hot sands of Arabia through a new man incarnated negotiating the tracks between Yemen, Damascus to yonder expanding world. Reawakened by devout followers of your previous presence, the still source reincarnated the message. But alas, another book, another distortion rebirths, Muslim divided versus Christian divided, Crusaders, Knights Templar, Wahhabis, our madness expands. Interpretations can never see YOU the son of God as YOU see us the benumbed daughters and sons of God. Through our crucifixes, adoration, temples and mosques, in our own image we keep remaking YOU the son of the Devil. This is our leaning and our lust for power is our God.
Yet, from a bottomless well of compassion, YOU endlessly reach out to us, knowing that inevitably we must, through the trials and tribulations of our shortcomings, be eventually reawakened to our true essence. Who are YOU, walking alone through the shadows of time? YOU must be Love.
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