Not Following In Cain's Footsteps
It's fearful to think
that your last moment has come,
and like a pen out of ink...
it stops when a word needs to rhyme.
Keep off the edge at any cost, death waits avidly
for another victim to be added to its toll...
go the opposite direction where you find a wall
to avert another possible tragedy.
Desperation plays a major part in awful thoughts,
hope is found in faith: read all Proverbs and be saved by their soothing words;
ignoring wisdom is to live foolishly and recklessly as thugs...
why live a wretched life and hate others? Why keep on sharpening your swords?
I have never gripped on rocks to reach that edge of despair,
even though death seemed real and allowed no escape,
but with will and determination I was able to annihilate
those evil forces coming out of demons who had no love to share.
Why be unappreciative, troublesome, worrisome and uneasy...
when life can lead one to victory as it has led many in History?
Commit an evil act, and you'll suffer more than Cain...
embrace love and your fear will never drive you insane.
Entered in Linda-Marie's contest,
" Life and Death...And Beyond..."
Written by Andrew Crisci
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