Mine journey I could not bear to not see. There could be only one, for no Man alive would venture into the Abyss. Surely you think something is amiss. A walk along the path you do not dare, to see if my soul was misplaced there. A lone butterfly keeps me sane. She whisps here and there, and is immune to the flames of dispair. The path I chose initially I could not see, through. I was led along this cobblestone road to find my humble abode. My mind as a youth bustled hurriedly through the books. Desperately searching for the dastardly crooks. That stole my childhood life, and left me with endless strife. Only to find it was all in my mind. The ones that took my family name, to be put down in a cowards game. As my Grandfather's Son told me as I remember to this day. Together, we shall make them all pay. Those words ring true just as the sky's blanket covers us as reflection of the neverending Ocean's Blue. Read further as your mind knows I am correct. Losing yourself in a moment of reflect. My crown is not of thorns, nor do you repent at my feet. That is only for those that consider themselves of sheep. I am the one that whispers in the wind. My voice is nothing more than to turn your insides of black. You, yourself think nothing more than to attack. It is not I who points the way. The sin you hold inside allows my orchestra to play. The power of suggestion is wicked if you must. For it only works on those that do not know, on which direction I tell them to go. My word spreads as a single spark, to envelope and cover your world with oblivion's dark. As I spread the words of political hate, I sit back to watch my flames consume your fate. Hate me if you dare, punish the soul in which I inhabit. For, if he comes to harm or his account becomes bare. I will feast on every last one of you like a delicious flame roasted rabbit.
© Dale A Martinez