God please show me true beauty, one of the purest type
Asked a man of many lusts and nothing is just right
But once “beauty” graced his eyes
The man began to cry
For God created beauty, to look like his ex-wife
Lord I know the most evil person, but I would like you to pick
Ask the judgmental man, overall a self-righteous prick
Yet when evil came into view
Curse words began to spew
For God began to show him evil, and it was he God depict
God show me the truest love, it’s what I need for many trials
Asked one with desperation, asked the orphaned child
No, it didn’t take less than a second
For love to come when beckoned
For God is the truest love, and he’ll be there all the while
All in the eyes of the beholder, should our perceptions reign?
Or see it from another point of view, and knowledge do we gain?
I’ll say yes! Yes to it all
And tear down that idealistic wall
I’ll stand firm in my bizarre views, and forever be called insane
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