Salvatoro's' Vision

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you being brainwashed 

And exquisitely influenced 

By The Relentless Mixed  

Outcasts who took sides 

In the Great Rebellion of Angels

To play unholy tricks

Does your psychic reflection 

Show true angels 

Your spiritual strengths or stagnation  

Or are you just spiritually 

Bereft 

Doomed 

And it's why you race through lifes mists

In an infinite quest 

Of self-interest 

Not helping others 

Expressing kindness 

But

Wavering a purple 

Look at Me  

Or blue 

I Believe and Accept 

The Narrative Flag

Like a Bannerman of House Pinterest  

But be careful though 

Those 

Spiritually bereft

Those halfway souls are eternally fluctuating 

Like cheap yellow silk scarfs in the hot Acheron Winds 

When their Great Bell chimes

Neither in The Great Pit nor out of it 

Cowards instead 

Residing on the shores 

Of the River of Woe 

In the Land of the Dead

Watching Brother Charon ferrying lost souls 

Across to Hell 

To meet 

Mister 

You Know

Those Neither Ones

The neutrals in life  

Who sat on the fence 

And never gave two cents 

Watching the world implode and burn 

All around them 

Without a care in the world

The Bannermen  

Condemned and

Hypnotized by the visual barbiturate  

Of Social Media or House Self Interest 

Soon to sit shackled to the crawling sand banks of strange insects 

Beside The River of Woe

By its ever-moving sand dunes

Crawling with opening and closing 

Misshapen hands 

Loathsome souls and sinners' 

Awashed with ever-flowing sweat and wet tears 

That flows down their skin  

As the ever-watching Crow Men 

With golden eyes 

Ablaze 

Armed with fiery black pitchforks 

Creep in

Forever smiling 

As The Only Ferry in town 

Passes by 

Filled with sad passengers 

Soon to worship loneliness

Soon to cry 

With the lone drum beats of Urtication 

Starts

To instill a new consciousness 

In their endless trials of Antipathy of Corruption and Degradation 

Like a hot spear 

To the heart

This I've seen 

It's such a living masterpiece of manifestation 

A divine work of art 

So

Do more 

Be more 

Or you could be on the ferry with Brother Charon 

On stuck 

Watching forever 

In the sandy dunes 

Crawling with the beasts of Hell's long night 

Where the misshapen hands live to run 

As you regret things 

You should have said 

Or done

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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