Made up lies

with faithful eyes.

A blackened heart

that works folly

on those less smart.

The heathen has not a care

and distaste for those

beaten and bare.

I stare,

into dead space

trying to understand

how this could be.

I can’t.

This is not understandable to me.

Everyday I meet  more and more

that feels this way.

They ought to have to pay

for this awful privilege.

Hate - they say,

is like a cancer

that eats at you

day after day.

It hurts no one but you.

Now what do you do,

continue this charade,

or make a trade,

latching onto something else?

No respect do I feel,

because nothing I have seen

can be real,

though, we must remember free will,

making that a done deal.

Change comes from within ones self,

with willingness and stealth.

I believe that a life 

of disappointment and pain

is the fore-runner for this type of behavior.

The answer to their blackened hearts

and miserable spirit

can only be a heart beat away -

The Mighty Lord and Savior.

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