7d • Poetry
Where the Gods Reside
It makes me sad
Seeing women
With no respect for themselves
Giving away their chastity
As if they were nothing.
The modern values
Are confused and sadistic
Attacking us at our roots
Like Freud.
Perversion is not a neutral choice
Go to India and ask
Any villager to undress.
They’ll hit you hard
They’ll shout and chase you
Out of their country.
Their culture has learned
Places where women are respected and respectable
Are holy.
Fight it out of your own eye
Fill your mind with the purity of love
Become the Spirit
And desire for that Union with God.
Then you’ll see
The entrepreneurs have befooled you
Into giving away your power
Playing on your weaknesses
Tempting you before your brain fully formed.
This is not normal
This is a sickness
Poisoning the soil
Around the Tree of Life.
You are worth more than your appearance
You are not a prostitute
You don’t need to attract anyone
That is not your value.
The past is gone
No matter what you’ve done
Your innocence will come back
If you stop destroying it
And compromising with impurity.
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