The Protector

The Protector
By Pmel Oki

Hiding in shadows I watch o’er the world
Virtual souls multifariously bold
Scatter in gold, fatally goad
They trammel the young and old

Bystanders—Argus, they dither in fear
Anticipating the paladins’ sphere
Cultivate plaque they cower and quail
Covered in innocence’s veil

Grab at the hem, take by the hair
Strip them of sum, rip them apart

Are all people wrong?

Judge by the blade, feather on a scale
Kill all the scum kill all of them

If we all succumb?

Fuse anile ghosts, take into orb
Burst in flame, all in the name of God!

When the light has gone?

Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!

Grab at the hem, take by the hair
Strip them of sum, rip them apart
Judge by the blade, feather on a scale
Kill all the scum kill all of them

Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!

Fuse anile ghosts, take into orb
Burst in flame, all in the name of God!

Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn! Burn!

Ahhhhhhhhhh,,,



Note By the Author:
It's amazing how waking up in the morning, can get you inspired to write a rather mortifying-- sorry! Wrong word, I meant MORBID music. Something Beethoven is likely to come up with. Dun, dun, dun, duiuuuuuuuuun! Dun, dun, dun, duuuuuuuunnnnnnn!

Written today, this morning are 7:15 am

I wrote it because of the futile inclination towards people, who are continuously culpable despite their efforts to at least wear a mask. If you will expose yourself anyway, why bother? You're only fooling yourself. This is me. This is how I deal with bad, bad, bad, desire to punish people who are wrong. I'm starting to believe that "We are all evil capable of doing good things." I'm starting to believe that to be true. Yep... it's a scary thought. It's a scary thought indeed.