A small little dark poem that I made while I was bored one night. This poem isn’t really recent, it’s about a month old. I just never got around to publish it. Comments are open.

I was created to bring pain and suffering to all those who do not believe I am real.

Questions we need answers to in today’s society and culture.

Exist in a pure reflection of a light beam.

Recent studies.

Was created to inflict pain into our minds but never to touch our hearts.

"Confession of a ransomed man".

This poem speaks about the inner power God gives us, to walk by faith and not by sight.

This is actually gospel not anything satanic.

A frank essay on SELF.