Created in His image and likeness;

​True in sanctity, ​​pure in heart,

​Beautiful masterpiece of his work.

​Molded from dirt - ​

From whence we came.



​​Innocent and pure

​A vessel for his message.

​Growth brings lost identities.

​Shadows of our true selves.



​​Jealousy fueled our minds;

​Deciding our fate.

​Preaching love - ​Our hypocrisies veiled.

​Desires masked with greed - the lust for power and control.

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​Purging out love, inhaling hate.

​Becoming -

​Tyrants!

​Murderers!

​Psychopaths!

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​Be a hunter or be hunted.

​Preys to a never ending viscious circle.

​Our minds cultured for pain! - ​Our bodies for sins of the flesh!

​Seeking goodwill for self - armed with spite for another.

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​Never!

​Never forget from whence you came!

​Your true purpose on earth.

​For dust your were born,

​Unto dust you will return!

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©Naomi Kamara (Pen of Fury)


© Naomi Kamara