Everywhere I look
and see,
there is judgement.
On every face,
smile,
grin,
pair of eyes,
there is judgement.
In every push,
every word
and written note
or media post,
there is judgement.
And I ask,
"why?"
to the light within my heart,
but a different voice answers--
one of hatred,
and evil.
It told me of a tree
that offered good and evil,
and that evil has since cursed the hearts of many
and lives inside us all.
But I knew, that the shadows had not cursed me yet,
for I held the virtues in my heart,
like a shield against the blasphemy.
So I looked to the walls.
Cemented and brick stacked up and up,
was my joy.
For on the walls were signs of color,
and love
and acceptance.
On the walls hung pictures,
of tremendous feats made
by the most intelligent of men--
inspiration that waited for me every day.
And they were solid,
static,
always offering me a glimpse into what could have been,
if good had slayed the evil,
and opened up our souls.
But every day I notice cracks
in the brick,
and melting of cement,
I knew Satan held the upper hand.
He was in every room,
every thought,
and every judgement.
But why should I care?
The walls shall not collapse
while I still roam these halls,
there is still hope for me.
If Satan lurks by judgment's guise,
slowly tearing down the light,
I will be in happiness--
For what have I to worry?
I say, "Let the curse spread!"
Let it tear the world apart,
In 500 years or so,
judgment will be no more
and I will have had the walls to myself.
There is time for me,
but for the future none will be left,
and the walls will crumble.
The dystopian regime
will reign soon,
but when my bones have already turned to dust.
I can hold on and pray,
for the future ones to weep on the ground--
facing eternal judgment,
in the fire that burns below.
The walls will crumble,
But by then the skies will have welcomed me,
and with the angles by my side
I will enjoy the last laugh.
4/17/25