Silhouette Of Knowledge Poem by Mystic C...

He, the man who sat covered in bruises from each leg to each arm
He, who cried out for help and in return got none
He, who had so much faith yet little action

That man was cast away, forgotten into the emptiness, the bitter pits of hell
The deepest realms never heard off until this day
Not even the biggest heart or the most helping hand
Could save this lost soul, for he was gone as was his life, he was a shell
A silhouette of all thing's that had gone wrong

He was not a punch bag, or a practice shoot, nor was he a sinner
Or a hater
This man had fought for all he believed
For all he treasured
For his beloved family, his beloved friends, relatives and associates
Nor was he God, Jesus or even religiously related
He was just a community spirit, the spirit which was kept alive
He had shown the community, always look ahead
And remember my body as a sign of all the wrong things in life
Remember never to take the path which my body represents