Be Aware Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

You'll be unlikely, at any time, to hear any statement from them; no spoken words, nor any attempts to communicate: periodically seeing merely their visuals as they roam about your house.

Spirits swiftly move through your quarters, barely by you or others to be seen: glancing evidence solely at sometimes a blurred dark shadow, questioning you whether it was really there.

Their movement about will open doors and close various items, appearing at times to enter into chests, allowing these false beliefs of their concealments, finding nothing there at all.

These mysterious true facts are not all of them, illustrating kindness in behaviors; frightening are numerous of them with angry desires: trying them mostly to scare the hell out of you.

Don't get it wrong, thinking they are weak, they are quite dangerous; proof given of scratches, plus bites on my body, shows a far different fact: they are much older and so wiser, don't make that mistake.

Be aware, God is never mentioned to have created monsters; taking to heart the state of darkness and light which exist: holding one more eternal presence, family.