The Tapestry

As children we are taught
to stay a child, pure and true.
But we are living in a world
void of innocence and enlightenment.
Deception in the devil's favorite mask
which he does not wear,
but with beguiling persuasion, he puts on you.
Without your consent or mere acknowledgment
with temptation as his marionette strings
attached to each one of our shoulders.
But one by one I cut them loose.
His enslaving charm will not change my mind.
I am a cloud
drifting on my own free will.
Blown across the horizon by God's nurturing wind.
Within all of us there is a realization.
An awareness that a black tapestry drapes.
Woven with the glorification of evil,
with such bright, exotic colors
and mysterious black thread
woven by his own needle
which we see before the open window of Eden Gad has provided for us.
But the tapestry of evil is so attractive and desirable
so fun and temporarily satisfying.
How can such a chance be deluded by innocence?
Deep within the chambers of our hearts,
in search of the bold and dangerous,
we all hear the pure.
The laughter of our innocence.
Deny it not, for it is only wisdom.

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