Powered by self, land on a shelf

reaching out. living in doubt,

giving without love, you shove

those that remain polite, in spite

of your rudeness, crudeness, lewdness.

hearts drop when you arrive,

even though they reach for a high five.

it’s like a clothing fail. face goes pale

blood rises, man compromises.

the light exposes

thorns yet no roses.

you steal, kill. and destroy

the hearts you employ.

peace enters, you exit

God’s love is center stage!

no more desire for your rage!