You look depressed! All alone?
Joyous not, you're off-balance, deprived you are...
from that place of yours, heaven's not home!
What else can be seen? You know not, for all is dark.

“Get thee behind, you manipulator!”
I’ll not reach for what destroys
as fed by death.
I can see you hiding in the minds of others, too.
Not honoring love, knowing not God, sadly true.
You deceive callously, so soft while bled,
hardened hearts turning,
eyes back within themselves,
preferring darkness rather than light.
Zombie people walk day as night,
all within dark light.