Love, Pure And Simple Poem by Alfred Barna

One came down with the pride of adoration
Scorned, to bow down before a man of His Creation
Placed into his heart to destroy all flesh and bone
With his iniquity he put into men's hearts flames of vanity
He said unto the angels "It is I who will sit upon The Thrown."
Teaching the nations to kill one another with insanity
He slithered into their hearts, you are special and chosen
Knowing that they are easily divided and split heart
Soon he had his puppets hoodwinked, cruel and frozen
Saying with this secret knowledge you'll be set apart
Some angels fell to his dark wisdom and left their estates
And in Eves they beguiled and bore great mistakes

Blinded for with wisdom, heart is greater than mind
For a heart in shadow a wit you cannot find
As the Pied Piper he leads all of humanity down
With mysteries of which men were far from prepared
The black cubes of science set upon the ground
The elite set themselves above, wisdom not to be shared
Hoping to curry favor, they drink from the innocence
While their doomed progeny seek to cast their twisted spell
Knowing full well their reward is eternal recompense
Like a salesman laded with goods, and no one to whom which to sell
Separation; understanding of what is good and what is bad
Does not stop the pain which drives an everlasting to go mad

The say in the men of the great renown, great in name
Have come be dust in the wind all in all, just the same
Labored for many a year, for everything to come to naught
Yet how they still conspire and wreak havoc still
Hoping to conjure some entity of protection they were taught
Yet even the simplest of men smile shrill
For the purest of souls know little of their arts they learned
Yet still they understood the gift that was given free
And the geniuses thought deeply, and with it were burned
For they could not comprehend the ease of what is to be
The promises of conceit will have garnered no wealth above
Because they have no concept of the existence of Love