I wouldn't wish to meet you in a dark alley.
A soul lost and cut off from Source.
Darkness surrounds you.
Cut off.
Cut off from Love.
Cut off from Light.
Impoverished to the core.
A human maggot, you wriggle and writhe in pain,
with an insatiable appetite for misery and death.
Your anger, your horrific, psychotic thoughts permeate the air
like the stench of rotting garbage.
What's left to do, in a state like this, but to either explode or implode?
But there had to have been at least a moment of love in your life?
Did you forget Love?
Remember Love. Please, please remember....Love.
You may not have had a mother's perfect love.
But you have Mother's Perfect Love.
