Black Mass

Black Mass    10/16/2014

If it was you

Then it was me

Close enough to touch

In a world

We cannot see.

Life and death

Are always present

One a gift

And the other a curse.

Beautiful but brief

We laugh and we love

Learning how to crawl,

Walk and run.

We experience the sting

But we get up anyway

Still trying

Even when it hurts.

Ignorance breeds

And spreads exponentially

But wisdom is like a pearl

Rare and priceless.

We dive and search

And hold up our treasure

Only to have it snatched

And crushed on the ground. 

There is no explanation

And there is precious little reward

As we bounce off one obstacle

And smack into another.

We are hauled up a pyramid

And then our hearts are cut out

Just another nuisance 

To be sacrificed

And cleansed.   

 

Death lingers and flits about

In a black wisp of smoke

Darting in and out of shadows

Thin, ghostly, and deadly.

But even though we are afraid

We keep going

Flinging ourselves upwards

Again and again. 

A good man does what he must

And loves his family with all his heart

Making every sacrifice

To protect and promote.

But some men love death

And long to spend themselves

Imagining all kinds of horror

Upon the innocent and Godly. 

They are what they are

And they shall have their reward

From hell

Roasted, boiled, and dead.