Wash yourselves, Cleanse yourselves.
Remove your evil deeds from My sight.
Stop doing evil.
Learn to do what is good.
Seek justice
Correct the oppressor.
Defend the rights of the fatherless.
Plead the widow's cause.
"COME LET US DISCUSS THIS,"
says The LORD."
Prophet Isaiah
Toil toil bid me my way...say again what is a man's worth
a party in the town and a bastard child being born in the stable
what is this sense of humanity that one should live for the reconciliation of a wide chasm
a dark and deep search for the surface "goodness" of a man's heart
a heart that is an artistic mystery in how it beats and a heart that is given over to injustice on a downscale step of one thoughtless deter.
what are the words of a man's heart if they are not able to turn a man's head towards good.
toil toil all i am waiting for-what-
raising children to seek truth only to be given over to a blissful decay of knowledge and ideal chat.
the stolen sanity of a peaceful conclusion, tore down by a memory of broken confusion
oh great scholars what is it about the action of your pen that seeps in to steal the resolution of my attitude toward the movement of my hand.
toil toil, i forgot to write it down
if in the forgetfulness of my actions, are my actions void of justice and reprobate
are the memoir's of God, man, saviors and rejected human wastefulness lost on a displaced pen and an untamed hand.
toil toil what would you delight
if i push you aside and turn my head toward the sun?
will you redeem yourself or would you just find a new heart to be at your dispose
rid you, oh meaningless weight,
forget you, son of echo, find your place in the part of the heart that is reformable by fire
waste your time on someone else
call a discussion of a different kind--oh heart of man--
discuss to bring what is bought and paid for
you are a beautiful word
you are a glorious sound
beat..beat...past my years of broken language and tattered words....beat for you are the cause of words
you are the cause of man
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