The sounds around me whisper callously against my heart with a tongue that pierces through wounds and scars dividing me into pieces. Love is my only salvation.
Abandoned souls linger through an ether world in search for justice. We call it earth. We call it life.
We all are subject to demonic moments, where we are consumed with our possessions and tearing each other’s hearts into pieces just to satisfy a need to feel superior, a need to feel worthy of love. It is through our pain and fear does our evil consume the whispers we callously tell each other.
As I listen to the whispers designed to tear me down into the hell these spirits call home, I start to believe them. I stop believing in God, for a moment, and in all my own good and worth. I stop loving, and most importantly, I stop loving myself.
The world is black and white. You have good guys and bad guys like a Clint Eastwood movie. If the bad guys do not defeat you, the good guys will.
My ambition for peace keeps drowning in this world’s thirst for power. The self-righteous gods in the White House and castles, in conspiracy theories and in religion, will destroy all that is pure to maintain an illusion of balance and a delusion of law. I wish I could give them my fare to the underworld so they can buy themselves a real self-esteem, but their ego would never let that happen.
If you listen carefully, you will hear them plot against you like villains in a cheesy soap opera: bad actors aching for a real career. Most cannot hear them, but you can definitely feel them like you feel a curse.
I am surrounded by sounds of division. Hatred is spewed like a possessed child in all directions in the name of some cause our emotions dictate as superior. Friendships have ended over the politics of principle, and that delusion of law turns us against each other because divided we fall. You do not deserve love because I have opinions and feelings based on ignorance and irrational fears.
Whether you see that as true or not, the question is how can I make that untrue?