Rape of the Spirit

Born with the spirit and soul intact a lifetime of promise ahead but the evil forces of the underworld have chosen to make you their bed Evil incarnate spreads through the world like a virus whose speed is unchecked Yet everyday faces conceal many traces its venemous spew to detect By using the peole it's going to infect a susceptible host does create and once it has firmly implanted its seed the portal of entry is ready to bleed As it tortures the spirit of those in its path You can hear the devil's chortle and feel Satan's wrath Through pain and through angish through fear and through doubt in anger and hatred the poison spills out Diabolic deception Confusion of mind Sins of the father imprinted in time And with each new invasion a parasite at large Evil's infestation begins to take charge It pounces on your hopes and strips you of your pride Soon a sense of altered self in prison does abide Cancer corrupt is now in control as it feeds upon the goodness lying deep within your soul Its mission is to carry a torn and tattered shell deeper ever deeper into the bowels of Hell Will you become a cushion for Evil's ill bed? Beware! rest not here your worn and weary head Forfeit not your soul in the land of the undead Remember that the power of goodness, love, and light can save your ravaged spirit and take you to new heights Grasp the hands of others who were delivered from this blight and understand the horrors that plague you in the night For rape of the spirit to no crime does compare as it crosses generations and breeds anew despair Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 10:00 PM PST   10 • 0 • 13