Addictions Poem by Catharine Parks

If you were to open your spiritual eyes
See what is around you and analyze
A battle in full array
Evil spirits who have gone astray

The earth is filled with violence
Messengers of darkness, masters of abhorrence
Running here and there
Dispatching harm every where

God's Kingdom is the real thing
Satan's counterfeit, he isn't king
A hierarchy of all sorts
Evil, sinister and liar distorts

Lying and seducing spirits who cover
One end of the earth to the other
Picking up their pace
Their time is short in this race

See the man with the marks in his arms
Chasing smack to make it his charms
Can't see where life has brought him to
Has eyes only for his next avenue

In a manner of speaking
He has sold his soul for the smack
Giving up peace of mind for his next track
Only to wallow in his seeking

It speaks to him to go and find
There will always be another kind
More than willing to make paradise
Till he crashes from this device

So the cycle continues another day
Listening to the whisper's way
Gone to find your relief
To help forget your belief

It's not reality but a false hope
Only for a little while is this dope
Listen for the small still voice
It offers life, the perfect choice

Only God can make it right
Look to the one who gives us light
The one who cares and can master
The perfect solution to human disaster