A poem dealing with addictions in life.... |
If you were to open your spiritual eyes See what is around you and analyze A battle in full array Evil spirits who have gone astray The earth is filled with violence Messengers of darkness, masters of abhorrence Running here and there Dispatching harm every where Like in God’s Kingdom is the real thing Satan’s counterfeit, he surely is not king A hierarchy of all sorts Evil, sinister and liar distorts Lying and seducing spirits who cover One end of the earth to the other Picking up their pace Their time is short in this race See the man with the marks in his arms Chasing smack to make it his charms Can’t see where life has brought him to Has eyes only for his next avenue In a manner of speaking He has sold his soul for the smack Giving up peace of mind for his next track Only to wallow in his seeking It speaks to him to go and find There will always be another kind More than willing to make paradise Till he crashes from this device So the cycle continues another day Listening to the whispers' way Gone to find your relief To help forget your belief It’s not reality but a false hope Only for a little while is this dope Listen for the small still voice It offers life, the perfect choice Only God can make it right Look to the one who gives us light The one who cares and can master The perfect solution to human disaster © C. Minter-Parks 11/10/04 |