Releasing the Angel

No more my soul shall strive to seek
the inevitable,
impossible.

This soul's too good
They try and try, but
hatred can't get in.

No longer shall my heart
give way to devilish deeds,
awkward.

This heart's too pure,
raised too well,
evil doesn't belong.


Live. Laugh. Love.

Live not in contempt.
Laugh not in strife.
Love not in deception.

-Judi