Apocalypse

The challenging quests of my dreams did not discourage me from continuing to believe So I am reverting, as in my most lucid nightmares I entered the toxic realm surrounded by the scent of gore I could feel ~ I could smell the ominous presence of the cryptic marauders humanely insane beings who are mindless savages self-hating socio-paths whose only language divulges in deception their solid fists and murderous machines their tongues have reveled in humiliating and consuming this very Holy god forsaken place we call home I entered the maze lost and yet confident secretly revengeful to place my detoxifying touch in hopes to erase the forces that try to wipe out the entire meaning of existence Life, as I was taught by warriors of the same trade, yet wiser I stay calm, cool and confident not to reveal my identity this new face you won't find any stitches, for they are gone while my scars are healed completely my crystal eyes observes fearless I remain cautious intricate deep silence empty paths are scattered with remnants of lives lost and captured souls remain invisible the living, the beauty transformed now molecules dissipate the only trace the marauders toxic unworthy evidence of human feces yet there is hope for there remains the life of those who refused to misconstrue their faith discussion will empower the hearts who believe when they interact with the crystal eyes who will make it all complete by the grace of God. Copyright © 2007 Kristin Roth-Davis