The Unspoken Truth Of The Unknown Spirit Poem by Joi Heart

What can we really say about the one of whome we never spoken of
Just the name brings the citys to tears
And the country to ruins
The childs soft whispers trying to scream till it’s last breath
Though no one even wants to hear it.
Oh, Don’t worry it’s just the wind they may say
But they all knew the horrid truth.
But anything to save their precious savior.
Healing?
Caring?
Soft touches?
No.
It just can’t provide what the souls wants so why ask for more.
Killing.
Beast.
Murder.
Salying.
Nothing is fair in this world but who cares.
As long as they get what they want.
Nothing else matters.
Strive for innocents only to make your self unpure in the process.
What’s the point?
Anything you can do I can do better.
Heh, What a joke.
If anything we all should be down on our knees begging for forgivness.
Well, What are you waiting for?
Do it, Get down and beg like the petty slave that you are.
Oh, That’s right.
No one will hear your silent screams of whispers.
And you’ll just be the wind like the poor child befor you.
The unspoken truth.
The unheard cries.
And the unknown savior in which you must praise.