~Oh Brother~

A Poem by Tepher Church

Can You Tell Me now, How your Surviving Your Own Hell?
Someone must be helping you Suffer.
Entertaining and Feeding, Taunting, and Catering to your Wants that Construct Your Own Hell,
While your shell Awaits a Putrid Smell.
Your Hell becomes Embedded in Your Reality,
And Survives Off of Your Reality it is being Fueled by.
You Can Only Hope To Die Sooner.
And I don't Wanna watch your Imbecility.
Why you'd settle to Squander it away like this, is a mystery no more.
A blind, shamed mess.
You had to Gouge Out your own Eyes in front of all, just to impress.
Who are You really trying to Impress?
I'll tell you, It isn't who you thought you were trying to impress,
But you Can't See that now that your eyes are Dis-enabled.
The One you Thought you were trying to Impress was Me in disguise,
And now,
I've Got You Where I Want You.
If you were to See through My Disguise of Complacency,
You'd know Trouble was Near.
In my Disguise, I've planted in you the desire to prove your significance,
with specific Intentions.
And oh how you Waded in the Murky Waters of My Blessing..My Trap.
You Committed the Acts that will blind and Eat Away at your sight,
And so here I've got you where I want you.
Weary yet Eager to have a good Impression of Fear and Self Significance.
So now that you Realize it was all my Ploy to get you to construct your own Hell and Frolic in your muck you failed to dispose of,
Just Wallow with the Insignificant..
Just How I know your suppose to,
Just How You Know Your Suppose To