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...