Left Behind Poem by Singleton M. Tate

I was on my way to work. My job is very top-secret. So I can't tell you exactly what I do, but it entails biochemistry. I had never looked at my life as being destructive.

I was single, dating some of the most gorgeous, eloquent and educated women on earth. I had to juggle three in one night. I thought I would get burnt out, but it got my libido racing. Yes, I was living in the lap of luxury. I earned everything I got; no one ever gave me anything. Fame, prestige and power were additional rewards. I was very much in demand; my talents... spoke for themselves.

When I came on the scene, the whole world was my playground. Intellectual types wanted to hear about my latest achievements and secret experiments. All confidential exploits stayed off limits to those who didn't have authorized clearance. Parties and speaking engagements would fill up the bulk of my time. It was a lonely life. Any relationship would be taxed to its limits within a month. I never truly fell in love. However, I was strung out on success, my wealth, sex and lastly manipulation. These were my daily fix. Vanity fueled my motivation.

I remember when I was a nobody. Working hard in school, scrounging at the bottom of the barrel to rise above the status quo. I had great aspirations and I wasn't going to let anyone get in my way. I sacrificed family, friends and used all who made themselves available to be my footstool and stepping stones. Yeah, I smiled in their faces and stabbed them in the back with such grace. I climbed up and over until I was somebody.

The CIA and the FBI would follow me sometimes. I've been privy to ultra-deep experiments. I know things and they are making sure that I ain't slipping. I felt like a prisoner at times, but I know it's for my own protection, at least that's what they told me. My work was key to their plans and after they got what they wanted, all unnecessary links would be terminated. So now, I'm just a means to an end.

Earlier, I had stumbled onto some information that made my heart skip several beats. It was how the government would plot and implement genocide on different ethnic societies. They would annihilate millions all around the world and say that an unknown network of terrorist regimes masterminded it. Mass mayhem and no bodies would ever be discovered. How is that possible you ask? Read on...

I copied all the pertinent documentation for safekeeping. I had a contact in the 'New York Reveal Your Mind Times, ' the top-rated, most read newspaper worldwide. Carl Better Hurry was the CEO and we were to meet on the down low one night. He never showed up and later it was reported that his throat had been slashed.

Needless to say, I was terrified and didn't know what to do. I couldn't trust anyone and might have been the next target on the hit list. I had to make sure that my insurance was in place and I did. I had set it up so that the data would be released upon my untimely death or disappearance to all the news and radio executives, consumer regulations committees, whistleblower groups and anyone else who would tell the world the truth.

I was raised in church as a young child. Growing up, I had deep morals and values. I was baptized and I grew out of it a long time ago. I would travel and hear many talk about Jesus and His Second Coming. I've retained little bits of scripture from my childhood days. That was never something I thought about though. It wasn't a priority. Those Jesus folks... fanatics they'd call them. Putting their beliefs in your face and telling you to wake up before it's too late. Who told them that they had a monopoly on the truth?

I would laugh and call them crazy. I don't need to be saved by anyone nor from anything. I just didn't have time to believe in no one but me. I was the creator of my destiny. I had proven that to myself through all of my hard work.

'Jesus is Coming, Are you Saved? Have you given your life to Christ Jesus? Has God forgiven you of your sins? Are you going to Heaven or Hell? Where will you spend eternity? Did you accept Jesus as your Personal Saviour yet? ' They say that a lot. It's almost like they have made Jesus Christ, the supposed 'Son of the Living God' and 'Saviour of the whole world' a personal trainer and an all around bodyguard, that is only available to those who believe in Him and obey the Bible. It sounds like a broken record. I ain't trying to hear any of it.

It all came crashing down on me. The last thing that I remember is watching the 'Few' on the TV. I got mad when a special report interjected itself across my screen... 'Billions of people missing and no one has a clue as to where they have gone'. My mind started working overtime. I had some answers... They would leave me contemplating death.

Now I can tell you what I was working on that was so hush, hush. It was to be given out freely and everyone would be a winner of a lottery. They would give you a bit of cash for trying it out as an incentive and sending in a survey regarding its effects. They knew who actually consumed it. The survey would be sent out later with more cash, as a ploy to make sure the product was used. All who took it vanished within twenty-four hours of the timers detonation. It had a microchip in it. It also gave them complete control over their minds. It would dissolve quickly and looked like a gummy bear. They would monitor their every move. Blind advertisement that kills under the disguise of an all natural healthy product. They would all die from natural causes and their bodies would just evaporate without a trace.

I wish that I could remember what led up to me being exiled on this God-forsaken beach. Is it even on the map? This place is just some deserted shore in the middle of this ocean. No vegetation, no food, no water, no shelter, searing heat and blistering crystal sand. This is where I started to fill in the blanks.

Was it all a 'Big Lie'? I want to know. Did the government use it as a cover up for a 'Supernatural Event'? I can't recall much. I was drugged and left for dead. Is this all a mirage? All I have is the clothes on my back. They even took my shoes. I lost everything important to me. Jesus did come and I was 'Left Behind'. I ain't laughing, that's the truth... God, please let me die..

How do I know that they haven't given it to me in some way?

My code name is... VIPER.