The Hands Of The Wicked

Who is the true evil?

..Do you feel it?

As another body dies, and falls into the pits of hell.

A force that no one understand, yet not to mention no ones tries.

As they live by three forces.

Give, steal, or just flat out fight to survive.

As to live it prays on the weak......

The innocent ones with a velvet touch as they do right and wrong.

They try to fight......

Oh how the purest of the pure tries.

As they have the ability to take a knife through or save your heart, and give life to it again.

To see through those eyes.

They can breathe you in....

Do you hear the beep.......beep.......beep....beep.

The rapid waterfall, and blood flow in the shadows that some overlook, yet others see it clearly and know.

What do you believe in?

Do you back it up all the way?

Do you believe that it all will happen? You know what you believe in will happen one day?

They blame all on the one force that we all are on. Yet most are not ready to go.

Rather 2012, or tomorrow ask yourself..........

Am I ready to go?

Are you ready to hand in life's ticket.

These characters defined as one as the real plays the role of picket.

There is nothing like the taste of confusion.

As the monsters are screaming, and the moon shines bright, and the sun sits up at night, and we can just embrace this thought.

Not dream....

Not reality....

Just watching all things by “them”

They force us to watch we don't have to know the meaning.

As hell will rise up to finally come on out on this day. To touch the skies away from our planet.

While heaven will come down, and we can finally see what it is like to live a perfect day.

Have you ever thought of it that way?

As mankind will truly be defined as we see out of it's eyes, and see what it sees.

Though each time we try our backs are turned.

Then “they” come behind us, and drive a knife in our back as we watch “them” do it from behind.

Guess who is on the other end?

Taking ones life and dream?

That same force that makes us fight.

That same force that makes us give.

That same force that makes us steal and kill.

It was never “they”

It may never actually be.

It was “them”. And this them is her, him, you, and me.

We don't live on a bad place, but the bad make it so, and we watch “them tear it apart.

As each of “them”......As “they” hold on trying to keep open that piece of hope alive.

A wicket...

All along these actions are produced by us....

Our fellow kind....

People just like us...

What do I call them...

What do I call her?

What do I call him?

I prepared a eulogy, but forever know that this life is twisted.

From us.......................

“The Hands Of The Wicked”

“To Be Wicked, Or Not To Be Wicked. That is The Question”

Author's Note

comment