Who We Become
I'm a poet of life, so read if you
dare. But let me forewarn you,
you're in for a scare.
For I don't see life, for the
light it portrays. I see life in the
dark, and the lives it betrays.
In the shadows lurk demons,
and creatures so cold. Their
deeds have been hidden, their
stories untold.
They work with great force,
tearing out heart and soul.
Once they've torn you apart,
you become a dark hole.
Choking the world, deep
down in your chamber. Pulling
lives in, to drown in your anger.
I'll show you the depths, of
your hurt and your sorrow. And
drown out all hopes, for a
better tomorrow.
Cause this world isn't
rainbows, sunshine and
butterflies. It's cruelty and
beasts, darkness and lies.
So continue the path, that
you're so blindly walking. For
ignorance is bliss, and there's
no use in gawking.
But once at the end, of your
sick twisted trail. You'll find
you've grown weak, corrupted
and frail.
And then in that moment,
you're mine for the taking. As
fear settles in, your bones
begin shaking.
I'll show you no mercy, for
my heart's cold and gritty.
Though caring and kind, I'm
void of all pity.
I've grown harsh and
abrasive, in the years that have
past. And do all that I can, to
ensure I laugh last.
I won't let this world, bring
me down to its level. I'll never
succumb, or give in to the
Devil.
Corruption surrounds me, I
walk a thin line. Between
righteous and evil, but I'm
doing just fine.
I hold strong to my faith, as I
punish the wicked. I unleash all
my anger, on the damned and
convicted.
In these dark times it is hard,
to define what is right. But my
only intention, is to fight the
good fight.
It's not that I want, to send
others to hell. I just want to
ensure, that our future sits
well.
So my hands stained with
blood, drag me through each
cold day. And my boots caked
with mud, stomp them down,
where they lay.
While they gaze up upon me,
as their heart slowly dies. I sit
patiently waiting, 'til the light
leaves their eyes.
Then I assure them, that
they'll soon find their place. If
God grants them mercy, they'll
be saved by grace.
For this life my dear friends,
is a gauntlet we run. And we're
all lost and roaming, beneath
the great sun.
But remember that God,
cares not what you've done. So
long as good deeds, shape who
you become...
Copyright © Timmie Kreth | Year Posted 2012
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