by Jesse Creedero

Created on: April 17, 2008

Mirror of Reality

Death walks by in faded hood and painted on blue jeans,
As he walks in pestilence, with red tainted teeth
And eye socket with no soul,
Old bony fingers stretch forth in pestilence,
Trying to choke life from the young vibrant children,
Those who have not walked far enough to encounter death first hand.

Bodies of flesh
Encompass evil
Using money, power, and so-called "education"

To isolate the living,
Turning their minds inside out,
Showing them shame.

Black darts of Hate
Pierce through innocent eyes,
Turning their minds inside out,
Playing mental ping pong
With controlling power
Tormenting souls of the living-
Trying to make them Dead.

As I walk through Death
Elbow to elbow with devils
My stomach churns
Knowing
In one moment the power of God can disintegrate Death
With the light of God's Love.

And here I stand,
Ready for battle,
Fearing what has no power over me,
Knowing the longer I wait,
The more Death will over run the world,
Taking the innocent and naive
Because they were to foolish to open their eyes and see.

Now my eyes are open,
And I realize all along
The people teaching me about life
Are already Dead
Too "intelligent" to know
That they are blind and cannot see
The sockets with no soul
Staring back at them in the mirror.

I wonder what they would do,
If they could see themselves through my eyes.

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