Sanctum Soliloquy Poem by Sadistic Cupid

I've imagined a a place truely with no disgrace,
Yet only in in my mind exist such a place.
Aplace warm as honey and thick with its scent.
Never needing money, not one copper cent.
With lands of aspiring poeple that's not petty and low,
But those who are real avatars of hope.
People who are no longer akward and avert to adversity,
but avowedly standing by the words they speak.
Harmonious in spirit and sound of mind,
such poeple I'd be glad to claim mine.
If I could I'd make that place no mater what I'd protect its innocence. Here in reality have no reall innocents.
I've opened my eyes and surprise to me,
Even amongst our children we can find greed and heresy.