I turn my heart to stone
the stone tears through the paper heart
you will never cover me
so now we must be apart

If love was blind,
we'd all stroll through life,
wearing rose tinted glasses,
faces worn from laughter lines.
We'd wear our hearts on our sleeves,
because there would be no need,
to keep barbed electric fences around
our fragile cores so they don't bleed.
There'd be a deficit of heartbreak,
No reason for our souls to ache
for the ugly monsters that rears their heads
as if it was the wrong decision to make.
Ignorance is bliss or so they say,
anger wouldn't seize control in the way
we lose our tempers like corks off champagne bottles
as love is blown away.
There would be no self destruct button,
we'd embrace the rancid parts of a person,
because what you can't see won't stain you
or strip love down to its origins leaving it rotten.
Yet I find love can be unconditional,
Battered,bruised and blunted
it can still flicker a flame in the embers
it defies all logical, an anomaly that's not rational.
When you feel this real tender love that is just kind,
whether its deserved there seems nothing that's enough,
to eradicate it's echo in the chambers of your heart.
A coin tossed wishful thought what if  love was blind...

Don't be walking in the dark
even in the park
you will be torn apart
and shredded!
he is like a land shark
he always hits his mark
his blade is so sharp
beheaded!
he has a beating heart
but no mercy will embark
fast as a dart
regretted
even though he is smart
death is his art
terror from the start
he's dreaded

vicious is his blade
your grave is already made
dues will be paid
no fighting
his plan is all laid
death is his trade
your life will soon fade
deciding
your blood will be sprayed
your body displayed
you have betrayed
no hiding
prepare for the raid
prayers should be prayed
your fate has been weighed
the righting

How can they ever find my name out, when i don't even know my own name? In fact, in the oldest memories that I have of myself, I was just like this...nameless. That has to be at least 40 years ago. It is only in the last 2 years, that I have been killing though. I fought the urge for so long. One day it hit me like a ton of bricks why I am here. To punish the unrighteous ones. That means almost everyone...

Don't ask me how I know which ones to punish, because I just know. Children, for example, will never be punished and by children, I mean 18 and under. This leads to a dilemma of course...since they still want to **** me...

I get a feeling, and I know it's God telling me. I know it has to be God because I know nothing of evil. I have dedicated my life to God, and I have never so much as touched drugs or liquor. I have never even watched television. I had always tried to help people, then God told me that I wasn't helping. He told me that they weren't like me. He told me of all the evil in their hearts, and in their homes. When I get close enough to someone, I can sense their life, their intentions. God has truly blessed me...