Most People Are Appendages Poem by Tony Kavuoti

Most people are appendages of their shadow not of their soul. The light, the truth you give them they need and they hate. Do you think you will have the appendage come to life? By your generosity, by your giving, by your love, by your patients. It will return to its master, tell it your soul's ways of adopting and return to destroy you with a face of friendship and love. Give it a blood test and you will find no soul, no real heart. Such dead kill each other, be aware of them and deal with them as they are not as you desire to see them.