In how beautiful you are
Created by the hand of God
Perfect in almost every way
Son of the Morning
But not the Morning star
Even though you wish you are
Removed your name from the book
But for those of us who took a closer look
We know you are real and not just an ideal
It's what has been written in the hearts of man,
You have come to steal.
Calling upon the Light
Thinking everything is all right
Summing up the angel of darkness
Not realizing their plight
Channeling spirits which they think they can trust
Then why do all the messages have the same thrust?
No cures for the world problems, if you really were divine
Preoccupied with just one man, trying to change his voice
You can't serve two masters, here is your choice
Speaking of Love
How could that not be sectioned from above?
Seemingly gentle as a Morning Dove
Beware of the master of trickery and deceit
It's your soul he is after and wants to keep
In an age when Bad is Good
How you have been able to turn this about
You are brilliant; there is no doubt
But in the end, we know how this all turns out
Don't blame God for man's mistakes
Jesus came to save your soul for heaven's sake
Don't let other misconstrue
The message he came to give to you
Christ Conciseness is just but a game
To the unaware and inane
Maya Chiy © 2011 All Rights Reserved
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