Monsters They've Created Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Changes in need to be made,
Are easier to say to delay them.
Than they are to be done.
Effectively to leave old remedies,
Recycled to repeat.

And the ones who have become fortunate,
To overcome kept stubborness to keep...
Knew for them they could not turn away,
From facts to distract.
With a taking of steps to not look back.
Leaving them on a path and on the right track.

Others stayed to remain having nightmares.
Vivid enough to awken them in sweats.
Panicked by visions too real and upsetting,
Even medicated they were numbed with regrets.
Too numbed by sorrows and no sleep to get.

And these days so many are chased by reality.
A reality complete with unshakened nightmares kept.
Yet warned they were of the times to come,
But now they find themselves just running.
Running from the monsters they've created.

They run,
To be chased...
By monsters they have created.
And left stunned,
They can recognize...
Every monster they have become.

They run,
To be chased...
By monsters they have created.
And left stunned,
They can identify...
Every monster they have become.

Faked faith can't erase only duplicates,
Every monster they have become.

Faked faith can't erase only duplicates,
Every monster they have become.

Faked faith can't erase only duplicates,
Every monster they have become.
Every monster they have become.
Every monster they have become.