God. Prayer... Where?

Entering homes of worship differ in such color that the confused shape of energy could stir war into peaceful destruction. An argumentative consciousness becoming immune to a surrounding growing community of hard core believers. Their inner devil pushes against their satin skins as they revengefully attend numerical must dos abided by persuasive leaders. Loss of challenge drained with all their oxygenated breathe to speak, so they sit and quietly pursue to their inner for belief, because actions of challenge loss muscle. This air of god lies among us, does it not? We lay our eyes upon a picturesque moment and match our verbal lips to expression of such, but find player to the creator full of laws. Does the home of such a similar man matter in that much distance that we have re-constructed his dream creation into ashes? Peace finds innovative souls sitting quietly in back corners of pews, under colorful artistic mosaic stories lying on painted glass, where they personally decide to shut sound entering their body in linear motion. Allow their skin to raise the softly brushed hair upon their being into becoming a welcoming center of blessing and intuitive initiation surrendering their own accumulated wrongful ideologies and trusting universal energies into proper direction. God lies within our consciousness; he makes no mistakes in his personal recipe of life. Answers are coded within individuals who chose to live among others releasing slowly, purple droplets of clues as sincere smiles paint the world happy. Like a drug, a euphoric substance we are made of, where all we need for peace is our love, quiet intuitive answers and to re-fuel all thoughts back into perspective in any corner of life, by just looking straight ahead into existence.