Purge the Poison

Purge. Purge the poison. Purge the lies and the hate and the disgust.

That is not me anymore.

That is not the god I worship.

Cleanse the shame. Embrace the soul.

It was never wrong. It was never ugly.

God made it beautiful. Human fear thought it not.

Fray. Fall apart in the arms of a dear friend.

Tell them you're sad, but you don't know why.

If all is good, why do you cry? Grief. Grief for what should have been.

I will not return to that poisoned land.

I will stay here where it is safe, where it is peaceful, where it is home.

The love back then was blighted.

And I have found clear springs.