Are we going to build
a new world
upon these cracked fondations
A new religion
in these destroyed temples
I am waiting for you
by this altar
covered in the scent
of a thousand faded candles
Like a sacrifice,
with noone to be sacrificed to
Like a believer
with noone to pray to
Now all fades
The moon from which
we stole silver in the quiet nights
now moves to another sky
and takes all the stars
with her
With dawn the sun shall go
We are condemned to darkness
and exile
Tell me
Have we sinned
All we did was love
And if love can be a tyran
isn't then life as same as death
A kiss same as a whip
and how can we build now
A new world upon these scatered grounds
A new religion in these destroyed temples
i feel it coming too irena... nice poem x
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There are enough religions in the world. It is time the people realized that the Truth lies under or within all the dogma and false doctrines they have following blindly. All they have to do is get rid of or strip away the non essential things that have come between them and the Reality of personal experience of God - within themselves.
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Dear George, I am amazed how people cannot get rid of all the little non-essential thing that pull them back and create inhibitions in them.Reality is rarely real,nothing is as it seems.There is only one truth-one man's love and it lies in each one of us.
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