Truth OF Power (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Truth OF Power
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Sleep I think not
It was cold she took him to places he had never been Slipped him the packet let him dwell in the body of her sin Tasted heaven burned like hell never once did pay She only offered herself not a body to sell Took a knife and gutted him like an animal in the store Laid open all his wisdom left him dying on her floor Questioned not the spirit or the mind that held the life Just took the arrogance and stopped it with the edge of a knife Who are you to trust another with precious knowledge you own For what is heaven but a dreamer lost in sorrow of their own Bones of tiers cast abruptly in piles in oven stored Will and want still decorate the vision left on the floor Angels come and repair the damage to the body cast insane Mortician thinks he has him but others want a share of his pain On a table in a hospital in the death part of town sew the skin Stop the bleeding heal the body watch the soul as it drowns You are treasure in money left on the line of revenge Count your blessing when you die that is when it all ends He is taken to reality a place you will never be In his quest for life he sets another's soul free All we are are the image of God who creates and destroys But the spirit lives in every girl and boy pawns or brokers Will and temptation cast upon this earthly place Hide the heart heal the body erase hunger accept your fate Screaming demons escape and rape the spirit of the strong build up hate just more hate Watch them dance on your grave call it your fate child it is just your fate Slip past the alley watch with bated breath see the arrow of life feel the pain of internal death you are the reason now confess