All that you've done to me, all that I've endured. At first glance can be taken as completely absurd. For not knowing just how a child would react, without being taught that it was all a vile attack. For being born a Child of GOD, you hurt and tortured this Soul to no end, to find a breaking point it was foreseen. Pondering till a conclusion came to me one night in a dream. You see everything you've done to me made it so very clear. Just how much GOD meant to me as you whispered in my ear. I know now why there is so much pain on this Earth, given to us at the moment of birth. We must walk through your valley, and reach the end. To look past what you are and why we're here. This illusion of paradise is a trick, I see... A test to find our heart, walking through the valley of the shadow of death. I shall fear no evil. For GOD Stands with me as I am alone. With no one to turn to, and no one to call my own. I am my Father's Son. Born of my Mother I am the only one. That can see the Forrest through the Trees. Peeking my head, pushing a branch or two. All this suffering you were told to do. To find myself looking back at me, I am ashamed to see. Giving first thoughts to run and to flee. Alone I've walked this path from the time I could understand. With you knowing that I finally understand who I am. It became more difficult with every step I took. If i'd only known to give a second look. To witness this illusion you've put before our eyes, most of us not knowing the truth before our demise. My GOD has placed you to find our true nature. This I've come to believe. With all the sins I've committed and then coming to the conclusion. Seeing what you're doing is only your delusion. For, no matter what you do to me now is of no consequence. As I write these words with GOD looking over my shoulder, my strength as I am sick makes me become that much more bolder. Publishing these words for all to see, just remember between you and me. This World is an illusion, and run this through your mind. Remember these words my friends, turn your back to the Devil. Reach out your hand. Doesn't matter which one, and it will be GOD you'll find.
© Dale A Martinez