I wrote this for people who do things for the wrong reasons in life. |
Masters Hell Don't let darkness fall upon an unsettled head, For deep in the Masters chamber lies a stone hard bed. Let not unwise descions rule your soul, For in them deciet will grow. In the Masters chambers are many rooms only he holds the key, Never letting anyone enter, blindfolding those who see. Tucked away in each room are the wildest secrets only Master knows, But even the Master can not hide when his name is called and he has to go. Shelter your little black lamps fueled by others pain, Never coming clean in the purest rain. The darkest light is the hardest to see, For those who look Master will decieve. Hide not what you do, locked deep in rooms unreachable to men, For there is yet one who holds the skeleton key and will let himself in. Some have stumbled, some have faultered and fell, Only to find themselves in Masters Hell. Tormented minds, accursed breaths that breathe contempt, That consumes the strongest hearts while the soul attempts. Sway not you bendable trees of men, And be found spotted in the end. For every deed that was and was not done, Are counted heavy on the backs of your sons. Eyes that are blind to the truth, ears deaf to the cries, mouths mute to speak whats right, Find themselves in darkness lighted only by evils light. Stumble if you must I will forgive, Be wrong to me and with your own demons you must live. For dimly lit candles can not light your way, For Master of your own house, Forgive me is up to you to say. Feb. 14 2008 |