I've mentioned before that from time to time I'd like to republish my past works. I choose to republish this one simply to remind myself. And my words reflect my thoughts.
My mind is in a dark place right now and I fear the malicious palate of my mind may recede only to bare the fangs of constituted animosity should words are imprinted freshly on this page. For now...a reminder is enough, perhaps, to jaunt me...us into a happier tomorrow.

Blind census by aredz


Fear is the element that will consume
Right off your bed & straight into your tomb
Fear is that something you don't comprehend
Or fail to? Or refuse?
That when you did, you made no amends

O ye who believes; It will consume.


Blind is what you choose
Over millions of visions of truth
Blind are the visionary
Whose fear shaped children's life-wrenching noose

O ye who believes; It will be their tomb


Pride you fear to lose as vanity prevails
Bring your hand down to clamp mouths of those who wailed
Deafening the silence that grows louder each day
Deaf to deaths as your parable, you give away

O ye who believes; the deafening silence of those slain


Do you not know what you had done?
Do you not see the tears scarred face in the light of the blinding sun?
Do you not hear the heart wrenching cries of fathers in the arms of their dying sons?
The blood that weeps in the womb of their daughters?
The tears that bleeds for a fallen mother?


O ye who believes; Let us pray...