Dark Sense Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I have a dark sense.
It is the sense of a sixth dimension,
it has the power to elucidate,
it often has the power to curse
And seldom it does possess the power to bless,
It retains on it the grudges and not forgiveness.
I have the sense of the gods and of God;
It is the one that reads into the deeply hid teary eye - One at the cold dark corner of the hearts -
One that sees the cruel ghost of the Almighty God - That corner that's never had light.

I am indeed a wizard, a demon or a ghost,
I have grown to incur a scary Devil with a tail and horns - and I am scarier even to the Lord Almighty God - Everywhere in my unseen soul.
I surge into the mighty valley of the dead; and I hear the sound of the flowing blood on its black particles of sand, there I erect a giant tour: a castle to the monsters blinding to sight
And it is the very monument in remembrance of Babylon...Where our fathers once resided as Spirit kings and the Gurus of science.

I have a sixth sense.
It senses the wrath of God and the love of the Evil. I surely am the leader of many legions and I will wipe the tears off your teary eye... And it'll since have clear vision heading forth, I will bless you from the cause of your darkest weep
And forever you shall dare to always smile. You will repeatedly mention my name as one that you highly adore And you shall know that indeed, I am your healer. I'm the Holy Ghost.