all this finger pointing
so much tongue wagging
full frontal war
confrontation face to face
head to talking head
all those terrible things
we've all heard and read
volleys of fearsome spears
bragging on and on
what we all lament
some advantageous tagging
gone horribly wrong
if words could kill
we'd all be dead
if minds would meld
perhaps things
could get better
maybe we'd all drink
healing from some sacred well
only time will tell
if all our harsh words
glimmerings we think
things we simply say
shall they bring us peace
or push us deeper
into simmering hell
if God could hear us
if God would smell
this muss and bitter fuss
I wonder how God
would like such rotten ego
don't forget swag and swell
if God would help us
climb out of stupid's shell
perhaps unbegotten history
enlightenment would
have a better tale
something remarkable to tell
perfume more of roses
instead of stinking brine
perhaps in creationist time
when heated oceans swell
all the depleted and beaten fishes
will learn to thrive
breathe air again
on rich dry land
perhaps goatherds
blessed with night vision
shepherding with precision
revision the starry night
tarry with lowing flocks
nightly sojourn with peace
condition in a peaceful dell
good thoughts
blissful words
reticent just cannot suffice
dispossessed by innocence
redressed by countless
fanatic hordes
more on this
terminal war we're in
but still generous
helpings of wisdom
might be more than useful
reflecting a balanced kingdom
now wouldn't that be nice
living what wasn't onerous
blessed life that is soulful
realms of health and good advice
dreams that leave us feeling hopeful
lives full of peace and love
overtones of pure sweet honey
journeys adorned with healing spice

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