Daunting Poem by Ruerd Visser

I came as a terrorist to haunt your soul,
and wen that didn´t work i tried to beat
the living soul out of you and replace it
with my own.
Leaving us with a world of displaced
and disowned souls haunting us.
The fruitful traitory of our own soul
beleages us time and time again.
And noone is able to daunt life anymore
demanding for a miracle to happen.
When al we need to do is to call for our
soul te return to its home, with a hint of reality:
Mind your own life, let other people mind theirs
and let god mind the rest.