Hate lies deep within the hearts of the lost,
While love ignites the faithful, at no cost.
Behold thy heart in sacred hands entwined,
Sing praises of love that unite mankind.
Heed not the whispers of the devil's snare,
Seek only the truth in thoughts both pure and rare.
In stillness, divine whispers softly near,
Guiding thy soul with light both bright and clear.
The wisdom of the divine leads not astray—
It lifts the spirit, casting night away.
From the beacon of intent, pure and bright,
Thy soul is nourished by eternal light.
MyKoul
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