Embrace Of Love Poem by sharon wildey

In the end times, there is no escaping the Truth of others about who you are. Your story belongs to them no matter how false and death dealing. The blackness of their mindset, their rot of projection, kills you. Murder is a mental thing, a mindset. The physical act is an afterthought. The body weakens and is unable to throw off the tar of their killer instinct. Struggling to get to your feet slows, wears out allowing the death knell to ring. In the end, we lie paralyzed in the juices of injustice. Embraced by those we loved.