Greet the girl in the street,
Give her a hug:
Please give her something to eat,
A tea in a mug;

She's got a lot of trouble,
That's why she's on drugs:
Probably been ***** in the struggle,
By some viscious thugs;

She looks into your eyes
To see what you've got:
She's heard too many lies,
Her dignity she has lost;

The society despises her,
But if only they knew
Her aches and fear,
They'd change their point of view;

She probably ran from her family
Or an abusive father:
Or couldn't stand a certain tragedy,
Therefore she runs far;

If her being out there
Is caused by her folly,
Life can be unfair,
And how many are holy?

Imagine what kind words would do,
When spoken from a compassionate heart:
It could bring nourishment to you,
And healing to a broken heart;

So do not judge the girl in the street,
Please do not hurt her:
Do not see her as prey or meat,
If you can't help,then stay afar.

See the best in me,
And always pray for me:
Within, is a battle for my soul,
Without, is me trying to break free;

I have hurt too many,
And might hurt many more:
My guilt is too heavy,
I can't stand it anymore;

I hung out all night
With the dudes in my crew:
Been involved in deadly fights,
And killed not a few;

Too scared to sleep at night,
And too scared to see new days:
I only hope to see the light,
And not repeat of my old ways;

Dislike me all you want,
It's what i probably deserve:
I'm just a prey that demons hunt,
And bound to a purpose to serve;

I know you hate me,
And thats why i probably hate you:
You focus on the evil in me,
But not the evil that you also do;

Please do not see the pride in my words,
I am but a troubled man:
With a heart pierced by satan's swords,
And eyes too blind to discern;

Imagine how great i could be,
But see where i am now:
I was so sound mentally,
But see what i've become now;

So please do pray alot for me,
that my deliverance may come:
And when i shall become free,
I will do well to save some.

I have cried the tears of the distress,
Borne  the pain of the hurt,
Felt the loneliness of the bereaved,
And the agony of the distraught;

I have bled the blood of the pierced,
Borne the pain of the broken-hearted,
Endured the shame of the abused,
And the confusion of the disappointed;

A black cross inprinted on my back,
Wailings of little children haunt me,
Ashes of loved ones in my sack,
And many skulls and bones to bury;

Crows dominate my chapel at day,
And owls are my visitors at night,
Dragons parade the burning altar,
Bats above blur the moonlight;

Eyes that see in darkness- answer me,
My past unchanged but my future- re-design,
Illuminate the path way that lies ahead,
Give me a third eye and make me divine;

Find me before my throat is slit
The murderers of my loved ones visits,
They call out from the enchanted woods,
Prepared to tear me to innumerable pieces;

Take me to the lake and hang me,
Before the horrors of the dark prevail,
And the termites in my grave rejoice,
Let me drown in the sacred grail;

Let the witches wail in surprise,
When their cauldron becomes empty,
And their synagogues come to ruin,
While i rise to everlasting suprimacy.

Listen to these words as you read it,
Words for the living and not the dead,
Many powerful men have been brouht low,
Just by lying in Delilah's bed;
Satan seems to be giving a better offer,
But i must admit that i'm scared;
Zombies creeping into your children's dream,
An outcome of what the media has fed;
"I think i should fornicate a little",
"I am afraid that i might not be wed";
"Lord please forgive me if i hurt you",
"I'll do anything to earn my bread",
You call your children prodigals,
They've chosen a way to tread;
People lying from the altars,
Claiming to be led;
Preachers dishonoring the poor,
The same people Jesus would have fed;
People fighting for the cause of religion,
A group of reprobates misled;
Many retaliating by burning national flags,
As if to say their god is dead;
Lands which patriots fought for,
Now a place where innocent blood is shed;
Do not make hanging from a noose the option,
When all your friends have fled;
You simply might have been lagging behind,
While the world is many years ahead;
Daughters cursing their mothers,
But for their sakes these mamas bled;
LGBTs now forming unions,
Situation of the world is code red;
Hatred, disunity and supremacy over others,
Is all religions common thread;
People afraid to stand for the truth,
Nothing but cowards scared;
But be yourself, save others and hurt no one,
Peace is all our soul needs to be fed.

The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.