Mauled Souls

The world is a place full of demons, darkness, hate, and hurt.

Searching and seeking, and empty works.
Life and light is dimmed and dulled
Until, with all our strength we have pulled
Pulled on nothing that's worth our while
For we have wagered our souls on worthless bile.

We seek fulfillment through acts and works
And all of love and grace we shirk
Away into our holes we crawl
Hiding away, our souls we maul

We were not made to slink in shadows
We were not made to work the gallows
Yet we stand, in our masks, at the hangman's noose
Putting a head in, then their feet we let loose.

We execute the world with our judgment and hate
Creating bias laws and calling it fate.
We were not made to damn our fellow man
And yet we desert them, merely because "we can"

We are so caught up in our own personal darkness
That we spread it to the world, making ourselves heartless
We have eliminated grace
There is not a trace
I see none in the whole human race.

Why do we dabble in the works of demons,
Allow them to use us to call our brother "heathen"
You're so self-consumed that you add to the shrieks
Of your fellow man, upon whom, your vengeance you wreak
We think to ourselves "our foes we have vanquished!"
No, we've deafened the earth with shrieks of anguish.

~ Michelle B. Rose

December 2015