Darkness all around, violence the only sound. The light walks and the darkness knows it not. Day by day, they all fall and here in the light I stay. Warning the children of their wayward ways; hoping they hear and will turn away.
The mockers scoff with their noses in the air; with haughtiness, without a care. The wicked ones come out to kill, steal and destroy; yet to pure evil, they are merely a toy.
Black and white; dark and light, the battle continues throughout the night. The light delivers the lost; the dark kills with an everlasting cost. Time for action in love; not hate, lest be found at hell's gate.
Unharden thy heart with love in pure light; lest thy hate takes thee into the oblivious, cold death of night.
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By Mindy Sleeper7 years ago in Poets
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