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
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