Demons and Angels

Demons and Angels

A Poem by Créatif Word

In the end our eyes will close, our bodies will decay,

Fused with the prospect of mortality and immortality,

Purpose, destiny, efficiency, rot consuming worms and bugs

Our bodies are no more, to the dust we return.

Flirting with all those mirrors,

Beauty, colognes, infatuation with rushes of ecstasy

Bowels turned inside-out to the shock

Of our mortal souls,

What have you achieved with all that makeup?

With all that bling; butt enhancers and liposuction?

What have you achieved by ignoring the homeless and the orphans?

We are like gorged chickens waiting to be slaughtered.

 

Remember when I told you,

“Search your heart, look for God within and from within you will grow”.

Do you remember endless conversation with yourself, on which route to take?

Your eyes torn between the devil and angel on your shoulders.

In the beginning the Word dwelled,

The Spirit of God spoke to our hearts.

He gave us a precious, treasured jewel,

He gave us our life and dominion over it.

He gave us Angels to watch over our lives,

To tells us all the divine secrets,

To help deliver us from the devil’s noose.

 

Disguised, flirting, nose flaring at an unexpected catch,

Flashing images the devil dancing around us.

Making us dizzy, like we on a merry-go-round,

Spilling out guts and last night’s supper,

We exalt with worldly pleasures, w****s and toxins.

We entered impure canals of wet warm pleasures,

Full of diseases, world wars and sick sanities.

The abyss sucking us into its bowel, heated with insensible excitement,

The decaying flesh of fish,

Your mind seeding endless youth of Satan's felonies.

 

Steel cold, rock bottom, we have finally arrived,

We search for the underneath and found none.

We can only look up to the heavens.

But with temptation and the devil's shield we are dug deeper.

Beneath the rock, solid alloys of diamond and gold are the devil's play ground,

Ingredients to lure us to self destruction,

Babies suffocated by mothers who are not prepared for the journey of love.

He turns us blind and makes us look at the superficial beauties of this earth;

 

Using our weakness and desires he holds us ransom. 

Using the deep conceited scorn that women brew,

He drives us to partake of sweet and violent honey wars.

Like bees in battles over their queen we slay ourselves,

Our children are condemned for our crimes and grow before their time.

Bellies full with the spoils of heresy, voodoo worship, their future is blacked out;

But we smile.

We smile at the limited pleasure and mirror images of fortunes

And possibilities of twirling worlds.

Laboring through sweat and blood,

Our Protectors, arched back, deep in lamentation, our angels weep.

Weeping, shedding tears for our human hearts.

 

Hold my shoulders up high,

Clog the chip on them, make them pure

For our almighty name,

Made in the image of God we fell.

Continuously falling, trying to cling on to true virtue.

We hide behind the tests of Job; we know not the difference.

We weep, I weep, and I curl into a ball and like a big baby,

Trying to grip onto my sister’s hand,

Trying to grip onto my brother’s hand,

We cry out for our salvation.

We cry out for the hearts we made evil

The hearts we hid in quicksand;

The hearts the devil tricked and left redundant.

 

Beneath the robe, tentacles came to grab us,

But God fought a battle that shook the corners of the earth.

The earth quake that rocked Japan,

Power, mighty, don’t test the wrath of God

That was just an after shook of the battle God fought for us

Listen, Hear, open your ears.

For when the world forgot us and lost us,

God found us.

He placed His mighty hand on our little scalp and put us in divine path.

When the world thought we had died,

We rose, sooth and ash clothing us,

New, naked, perfect.

From our mother’s arms abandoned,

Into the arms of God we were found.

Placed in a sanctuary, we all flourished,

We blossomed and populated the earth.

 

© 2013 Créatif Word


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Créatif Word
Créatif Word

Harare, Mashonaland Central, Zimbabwe



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