Depths Of Lows Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The depths of lows.
And those who have chosen,
To lay and throw blows...
Below the gutter.
With it done to utter,
Words heard and exposed...
From their mouths only proves to show,
What it is they represent to present...

A demonic mentality.
On the loose and defended,
By the very ones who perceive
themselves to be...
Immuned from receiving payback.
One direct.
Personally felt.
Understood with a pain.
Impossible to disbelieve.

In ways those faithful keeping
respect.
Could never have thoughts,
Contemplated to neglect.
And,
With kept dignity seen and kept expressed.
That a heat of hell,
Slowly eating at the minds...
Dwelling in bottomless pits of evil.
Will find in due time,
That no one with empathy to feel it.
When witnessing demons screaming,
Out of their minds and seeking rescue.
But none comes to them to be given.
Those depths of lows,
Are not for those...
Who have chosen to remain faithful to God,
Are not to be now or ever...
For them with a conscious have fear to experience.
But observing to witness it they will.