Devil's Eyes

Sometimes I think that I see the eyes of the devil when I look at my paycheck.

What is this power that takes over everything that is naturally ours?

Twists, contorts, and bastardizes our very soul.

After all, without that check how could all of “this” survive on its’ own;
is the mentality we hold dear.

Quickly suppressing even the most minute glimmer of our true selves.

What power is this, reflecting back at me?

And why have I willingly let my sight become blind to my own soul, my true father and my true mother – that power of my soul’s true birth?

I remember slightly every time I turn inward to suppress the memory.
Why have we let this thing blind us?

STOP and ask why.

What is it that this devil does not want us to see?

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