Cracked pots

My God …

Comforts

Cracked pots while

Breaking hearts wide open ~

I know your crime
These Kings and leaders
Who claim purity
I know your crimes
They are so very grave
I weep
I scream
I speak
I give
I try

Still
I survive to
Tell the world
Your crimes
Yet

Above all

Know

I am
Divine ~

For in and through
It all
Love resides

Here

Beyond your crimes

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