So, I told you about the gift of sight
Closing my eyes to rest
And my flesh is scarred
By the impure touching of demons
And being wide awake
Outside enjoying the blue sky
And my reality being entangled

Now the idea of death doesn't
Infect me no matter the direction
I travel what I see does
I can see the story of Cain and Abel
Not because I read the bible faithfully

This rage of the unknown should be
Understood, studied, examined
Not prejudged like many are doing
Hollywood death is so cinematic
Being stuck in the world placed
A unsettling value on how you
Devalue anothers life

It takes a real gangsta to be so enraged
His vessel is the gun
And nature is his bullet
Like stumping a skull on a bolder
A curve
Or mimic how Cain killed Abel

How does one get that mad
Well it's pretty sad
See I can also prove something
We all know but not as you are use to
Demons are jealous

They're destined to suffer
Beyond what our minds can imagine
Yet trying to imagine it isn't farfetched
Journeymen trek the terrain of riches
Those who seek high purpose pleasurable
To the spirit

Doing good by others, loving others
Caring for those in need
Spreading joy the word is too immature
To promote or provide
Demons despise this
Believing what they feel we should too

Being disowned is horrible
Feeling like you was giving up on
Sucks and some of this is other
Own demons believing they're that
Important to society

But I see demons inflict the very feelings
We battle daily
Even recreating something
That never had an image
So I'm trying to kill
Something I'm meant to embrace
© GDon35