Darkness The Final Moment Poem by Ghost Writer Insomnis

Be Aware, most trip over the apparent yet still refuse to see,
Some conform, some follow, death stalks but will never catch me,
A single hope you can trust, Love God and His Truth will set you Free.

Dare we stand by the power of the son,
In a world of indifference, without remorse, Evil loads its gun.
Amid the sea of accusations he guides a fatal shot,
We know now the face of our enemy, death to all, hatred fuels his plot,
Fallen from favor, challenging our faith until his eternal rot.

Never Challenge the prayer of a humbled man for he hides a double edged sword,
He kneels and cries out through the darkest of night, Help me my Lord!
In this age of rage, profit and pleasure cause many to steal away peace of mind,
Dreadful words of silence finally spoken, release death of another kind.
The Desolate one accuses all both lost and found who followed his life-script,
The father of lies shrouded in despair, demands your soul to death, the eternal crypt.

Suffering in anguish every heart confides a cry,
It permeates the darkness while silent tears go dry.
Grant the possessor of your soul,
The spirit, or flesh you've given control.

Papa for so long I've been blinded by the darkness of his masterful works,
The insidious nature of his treachery lurks.
He promised all, the treasures and pleasures of life happen fast,
Now payment is due and these selective memories have passed,
The enticement, the desire, every price paid was made to never last.

Who lays hold of Whom in this felled desire to aspire?
The Narcissism, the arrogance, the no conscience Liar,
Pride without God is rebellion, arrogance feeds this selfish fire,
Never allow challenges to drag you back with those stuck in the mire.

The end of time qualifies the book of life best,
A soul under pressure, creates a diamond from coal put to the ultimate test.

Naive the dreams the perishing store up and blunder,
Yet the Spirit, The Soul, A world the evidence of Gods wonder,
Still blind comes a generation absorbed unto its own thunder,
Unaware and in denial, deceived and blind, no vision of eternity do they hold,
From death unto Life The Love of God remains, the final story told.

Thoughts obsess, each night tighter the talons of fear,
Nary a moment escapes, I concentrate only on prayer.
Exhausted, Running, A final chapter in life only the fool would ignore,
He brings an offer of Hope, wait, who's that knocking at my door?
I dare not look into His eyes, my sins become my cries, as He lifts me from the floor,
My Son, my son, your heart has chosen wisely, enter the eternal forevermore...