My Muse
An eloquently expressive, elegant vestige of past beauty
An ineffable message, a vestal prestige beyond scrutiny
Everything but new to me, a friendly face among strangers
Always remained true to me, at beck and call like the Rangers
Precise device, the likes to make the news channels ignite
Who always scurry to scenes, to catch a glimpse of the new fright
From local news perusing the minute on a deadly fight
To CNN, watching the Iraqi sky explode in the night
High as a kite off the subtle scent of humanity’s relent
Too ignorant to repent, drama increases with each stint
I feed from the disease they suffer but never see
I read their pain between the lines on the covers of magazines
Every TV special about a tragedy, I revel in lavishly
Abundance of repugnance to sweetly fill my lungs wit
My dumb wit…the idiot savants well hung wit
Masters in their devastation, architects of self demise
Like vicarious masturbation, my seed covers their eyes
The spawn of demonic presence, that prescience prescribed
The clangor and bedlam of weapons and rumors of war
The gnashing of teeth and the suffering that I adore
My head adorned with a crown of fear and scorn
I was present at the death of the Pharaoh’s first born
I was there when Eve was afraid to tell God the truth
I was there when the coward gunned down Jay in the booth
I sailed the skies when Aaliyah rode her last ride
When Jesus was on the Cross, I stared Him dead in the eyes
As He was then, He is and will ever be alive, The Christ
These fools squander the purchase and He paid the price
Better for I…to satisfy my gluttonous proclivity
For killing innocence and glutting on suffering quickly
Disrupting the ignorant, overexpose souls to the globe
And like film, with too sin much they soon develop holes
Soon enough the whole loses integrity
Pieces fall and fold, flailing further on separately
More precious than gold to me, I scream Gloria!
I rape their phobia with a maso- sadistic euphoria
I prey on unanswered prayer and can’t be bothered to care
Every time these fools feel fear im always there, Hear Ye!
The Proclamation that I Speak…you can’t ever define ME!
Search until demise and be denied finding me…cause see…
The face of fear is not a devil or demon seething with evil
The real face of fear has always been right here . . .
*presents a mirror*
Surprised?! I thought so, you foolish men think but you don’t know…
Destroying yourselves, with self perpetuated devastation
A self sustaining creation of many generations of man
First formed with the primal tribal clans, now advanced
Our face of fear is the work of our own hands… United we stand
And united shall we fall, because this view is held by all…
Until the end when we gnash our teeth and bawl…
Until we can no longer stand or walk but crawl
Until our so called utopia pushes faith in a wall
And the Son of Man returns to force fear’s fall
We blame our evils and inclinations to sin…
On some devils and demons when we need to look within…
As it will be in the end as it was when time did begin…
The faces of fear are of all the races of men…
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