Who Could It Be

"For our shield belongs to the Lord,..." Ps.89:18

My guidance comes from old teachings I look in the mirror We see something not real It was once asked "who can it be now?" It was not us It was not us It was not what was suppose to be there. So who can it be? The shadows of a spirit, deep in the gallows of those who sleep As the matrix explained, most of us are still asleep. But what is one who is awake who pretends to be asleep? Our Armour, our shields, our weapons, come from our Lord. Isa came to awake the dead. His words came and awoke us. We see the doings of this world and still persist to do nothing! Those are the one who should be dead! We cry that fear is our crutch, our children, our lives is our crutch. We pretend to stand. We pretend to be something. We should be dead. We cherish our teachings. We play fool to those who watch. We are demons to ourselves, the noose in our rope. For at times I Cannot see how foolish we are. But my kin knows. They see but cannot speak no more. They soon carry us to places that we cannot, do not, wish not to go. We must start! We must be just. We know where and how to travel. Where are they now the just as us? We can sleep no more! I look in the mirror, I use to see two of us. My guidance comes from teachings of old. I look in the mirror. We see something unreal. It was not us. It was not what it was suppose to be, the shadow of the darkness. So who could it be?

'Isaam

Sat Mar 10, 2007

O. Jameison