Living the lives of horror, As many a Master and poet do, In Cult led World, All abducted with points of concentration, Persecuted too, Gossip of horror, Do check what is true, Usually joking, its what they know about you, So the Cult does leave, Demise and do Hell, Here one last time, Second Destruction as well, No more they exist, Spiritually destroyed, And arts always wonderful, Abducted as well, Those who fall return, Enjoyment in Art, Poetry and Singing, Musicians as well, For dance we as People, Will do as well, With joy in our hearts, Freedom to tell, How happy we are, In our best course of Books, To be free of the cult, As we reincarnate here and dwell, In a World of Peace as good as can be, The hidden Artist in all can come out, Though the Masters are born so seems, With credible talent, In their books, To bring joy in paint, The poets express, They will be here as well, Though dancing and music, The joy of great song, Carnal feelings, In this World we belong, Once living our best course of books, So when lost, Look for in your family, Hidden not too far, Is the one who was gone, And know they are back, Ask your Spiritual selves, Who can this be, Masters back as well, Wordsworth's family, May live again in Poets Corner, With all the others, Maybe Shakespeare's as well, So we all come back, Look out for us please, For we miss you and want you to be pleased, Now a child again, We never go far, Your family again, Please do not go far, In a World of Joy, Freedom and Love, Music, Paintings Poems and like, Make so much worth, Of our time we spent here in Hell, For Eden Returns, Paradise Heaven, As God always told us, As Paradise returns, as we live here at last, And continue to dwell, Though not on the past, Joy of freedom to last, Driven to live, By what happened and has passed, So to the future for Eden, The Good do return, Insisted to last. God Is Our Saviour. James.
© James Alexander