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Christopher Hays Poem
I awoke to the ravens shadow-drifting across my face, not remembering or realizing this place I’m in, my heart begins to pace. Staring out the window a large number of swat came up quick upon me, I need to make a quick exit the only way I can be free. Armed with only my Beretta with only half a magazine, I need to get out of this building without being seen…
Moving into another room I notice a dead body lying on the floor. As I step to my exit, there comes a heavy pounding from outside of the door. Looking for another way out, this team comes bursting in screaming SWAT.
Moving to the basement I moved quickly, I need to find a place to hide, not allowing them to see me…
With only two members stepping down into the room, I had to catch and hold my breath. I know it would be them not me, that today they would be meeting their death. As they step past me I carefully take my aim, I know that when I do die my soul will burn in unholy flame. But Intel then I must remind myself, I’m still in the game…
With a little white pill, I prepare myself for this kill. Not willing or wanting to remember this place or this killing by my hand. When this information of these shootings finally does go out, more will be hunting me down across this land…
Placing the bodies where they can’t be seen, making sure no one else comes down, it is time for me to exit this scene. Through a basement window I begin to crawl out…
(To be continued….)
Copyright © Christopher Hays | Year Posted 2012
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I find myself with questions pending, to many of the years that I face defending. Most of us all look at each day as another new chance to last. When things go bad and they do, every man for himself tied to the mast.
The storm is rising above the eastern skies, you know I speak the right answers, I can see the anger building in your eyes. So do me a favor and stop working all your lies…
Lying down flat on my back trying to live my life, I fail to comprehend in my own soul ready to descend. Poisoned by the things we watch on televisions, we face things on this planet with our own evil twisted dimensions…
Controlled by the media protected by the law, it makes you wonder how many truly saw? We all need to stand up to face that brick wall; some may make it through to fight, while some shall surely fall. Even after we learn to walk, some times it is best that we need to stop and learn again how to crawl…
Some people seem to be wasting their time living on this earth, not knowing whom or why we are here sense the day of their birth. When you watch the news about the wars, what comes to mind? Are you seeking that righteous answer, inwhich we may never truly find?
Copyright © Christopher Hays | Year Posted 2012
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Christopher Hays Poem
We must face every morning wondering with such a heavy
chain, for the things we come to know. Yet people go out
of their way to pay Billions for nothing given and nothing
to show. We place our own dependence on many physical
and earthly things….
Yet we pray to God in heaven, when things go bad and
want to be under His might and protective wings. We
keep warring and taking each other lives. It makes me
wonder, how many messages were sent, to grieving
widowed mothers and worried struck wives..?
There is always a time to smile, there is a time to help,
there is always that time to remember and go walk that
extra mile. There is a time to live, and then there is a time
of death…
So just remember that when you take your next breath.
There is a time for us to worship, and there is a time for
that bloody whip. The one I hold so tightly, that I hold in
my own strangled grip…
I don’t see the world now, as I did as a child. But there
are things that I have remembered; as some stay normal,
while others come to surface and become so very wild.
There is a time to be happy, and a time to cry…
How did time begin, but from a whisper from the sky. Too
many questions there are for me, where do you want to
spend your eternity? So the life we lead is the place we
start, We first must come to realize God from our heart.
Copyright © Christopher Hays | Year Posted 2012
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