Why did I take His hand?
I had seen His evil, empty coldness,
His never-ending demands.
So why do some people heed the advice?
They notice the destruction,
don\'t fall for His lies.
How do they fear,respect this Devil
just enough,
to keep them on the level.
Then there are the others,
too strong to say no,
fearless and free
the envy of everybody,
Too weak to give up,
admit help is what they need,
How can the weak be stronger?
is it fear that keeps them safe longer?
Where is their curiosity,
Their need to conquer,
Do they not know,
if it doesn\'t kill you,
it only makes you stronger?
I envy their simplicitous life,
outside in,
looks Barbie, Ken,
or The Stepford Wife.
Then the scales fall from my eyes,
Their world, existence,
is no better than mine,
Every person lives to survive,
face consequences\' of previous lies,
or past indiscretions,
creeping back,
to destroy homes,
wipe out happiness,
I see this all,
behind the façade of their
plastic worlds.
I realise we are all as One,
trying, struggling to cope
and make best.
If only we saw the bad, rotten or sour,
it would unite us as one,
until the time comes,
when we all will stand at judgements final hour.