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Kissing you would be sweeter,
if you weren't a pillow

Such falacious thread
is pulling tight
from no Holy Book
I know.

For those, self considered
right, allocating this
self seething show.
Creed or colour
should not divide.

Derogatory agitating collectors
paid off with sheer synthetic pride,
sponsering religion as their own
connector as they twist and they
tear at its written word.
Packaged to a self corrected tone,
fantasy provides absurd images
directed at the degected zone.

In anothers name they do their worst,
projecting miss-shaped Holy vows,
they drain sacred trust
for evil's thirst and so that
impieties seed should sow.

If you do aim to speak this way,
then have the courage and take that
leap on your own head.

Leave pious scriptures from
any religious source and form
well alone whatever faith or race.

For it is true that people will
for their own self enhancement
treat religion with disgrace
and thus, try to
demenaor such elegance.

Heaven took you
Wings,
Halo,
Clouds,
You sit upon them
Softly looking over the
Silver lining
Staring down upon the ground
You see those left behind,
Family,
Friends,
Loved,
By each, missing you
Now that you have gone,
Still you sense the
Love,
Sorrow,
Loss,
Of your passing,
You were taken to early,
But you blow
Angel kisses below
Love,
Happiness,
Feelings,
That in a better place
You are in peace,
No pain, or harm,
The wind touches each face
And a feeling of love,
From you relaxes
Puts them at ease,
Still missing you now your gone,
But know
Your in a better place,
You look down smile
And in to the heavens do you soar.