Red Prophet

Close My eyes in the dark,

Wishing my body too stop feeling,

Darkness surrounding me, isn't dark enough too compete

with the pitch black, within my being

Thinking, how dark does death get?

Is there an afterlife?

For if there is, that would be bullshit

Hell, I don't even want the one before it

What a cruel joke

Religion with no hope

Everyone knows life

Without first learning Love

Everyone's perfect ?

Without first knowing failure

Tales of successes from bold men

Never storied is the beginning

Never told once, of any sinning

How can this be?

Trial without any error?

Hearts pure

Never having ill intention?

Demonstrated through opportunities created

Seems at most jaded

Faded, are the principals of good men

Overlooked are the efforts as if ,

Success is free and time and be rewind

Clearly your out of your fucking mind

Society intertwined

Individualism under attack

How am I too react?

Knowing a higher power has my back

Alpha and Omega

Symbolic, in my own space

Yet im challenged and derranged

Reality is this pain

Minimalized is the manufactured gains

Appetite depleted

For everything I received ,?

Toxic at best, yet I eat

Never knowing truly what too believe

Information received?

Toxic at its best, yet I feast

Problems arise

Perfectly battered yeast

Study the nutritional facts

Ingredients ingested,?

Have your life stale and congested

Starving never having taste tested

Examining deeper

Measurments in a glass beaker

Seeker of a cure too a sickened mindset

Seeking amends, too these grudges I hold

Hoping too rid my spirit, of this anger so old.

Poetry By,

Isaiah Truth Hunter