Silence

Soul cravings

Trapped within a frail sack,

A sack of flesh and bone,

Encasing a gem so precious,

A war is fought over it.

It is a spark, an essence, so powerful,

It could determine the outcome either way,

Light or darkness, Heaven or Hell,

Both sides crave our Faith!

From first forbidden fruit,

To last mortal breath,

Bombarded by preaching of truth or deception,

Heard to save or believed to oblivion.

Doomed to suffer or heralded to just rewards,

How to decide which is right or wrong?

When the truth is obscured by lies

And lies are made of truths?

My soul, my God given present,

Craves immortality of the second fruit,

Yet the path is littered,

With deceptions...