Like a thief in the night,
he scours, always on the prowl
searching for his next victim!
Whole towns destroyed,
homes pillaged,
women and children
murdered!
All his handywork...
men consumed by the fire of his soul,
or the lack thereof.
His grasp is as tight as
the chains that confine him,
powerful enough to suffocate
the strongest of men in the
blink of an eye.
But he does not breathe,
he gasps not for air,
the flames that burn within
give him energy...strength,
like a bodily furnace
deep in the depths of his body!
A confused creature of sorts,
so thirsty for blood
that he tears at his own flesh,
as visible by the scars
that line him head to feet!
No-one knows if he'll be set loose,
but as the chains rust,
the ties that bind him are ever-increasingly
weakening!
This awful creature...
an incarnation of man's
lust, greed, envy, gluttony, sloth, wrath, and pride...
a microscopic picture of hate, lies, and death!
Zoom out and see love, truth, and life!
Two very opposite ends of the spectrum
encompassed within a single being?!
Impossible!!! Yet, oh so true!
All have fallen short, for none is perfect...
it resides in the depths of us all,
some more oblivious to it than others!
This soul-less creature gasps not for air; rather,
it is the souls of us all that commands this air,
this oxygen that cleanses
and keeps the creature at bay...
So when we breathe, it is not a tribute to life!
No!...this paradox is a reminder!
An awful reminder of what lies beneath!