So protected from evil, you dare to declare while clenching the knife to cut the tongues that speak you bare. Desolation you can’t prepare— as the one who advertises to you that peace and shelter are near repeats these words and plants your soul in fear. But keep your body motionless. It’ll tell you when to see and hear. If you’re so protected, then when the lights finally go out, peace puts a cigarette out in the mashed potatoes and leaves the table— now more a cripple than able. Bitterness comes on naturally, like a compliment you wear in the dark, because you thought life was requesting you at bended knee— but now teeth sink deep in your throat by what you once called good company. The abyss now demands to be lit. But you have no answers fit. Funny how evil uses refuge as a trick. Bet you wished those you called devils didn’t vanish so quick. Maybe bury your head in the sand and refuse to give a helping hand. So careless, you assumed my words were those of a heretic. While I contest— I’ll say there is as much God in my words as you believe are not. My words may Crack but not to the sound of a whip. And my eyes gaze into the abyss without my jaw dropping, heart never stopping. Go on— create paradise based on glorification and bullshit claims of innocence. Let your ego ignite like tinder sticks Give birth to more abominations After all, I’ll still invite you to the conversation. When it's that time to heed the call. Listen to the palaces fall and capture The wings of creation.