Choirs sang melodies of human desires, quickening broken hearts.
Beloved, unclothed flowers gambled with thistles and thorns at the mercy of wickedness.
Time stood still; brighter days lost.
Thieves pleasured themselves; stealing those wild passions sleeping in the night.
Evil awaiting eyes fixed; while harmony of absolute devotions ceased, peace decaying.
The wrath of pain multiplied; tension towers cried out even higher;
Those unstable observations jumped by leaps and by bounds, speeding up processes to devour them.
The prince of darkness came to twist new paths of unknown roads for them to follow.
Our gentle one with unconditional love; we pray for peace and for strength; reserve us a new field.
Overflow our table with pure unblemished souls, and restore our responsible
hearts of love.
Teach our poor blood new lessons learned.
Our prayers is that your love will awaken each of us to bear all truths from our illusive dreaming, and keep us from hell.
Raquel Leah DuPont
5/31/01 9:52:45 AM Pacific Daylight Time
Updated 6/14/2005 3:22:55 PM
