The Untouchables (a poem by Jack)

The untouchables…

The Things that go bump in the night can’t touch you unless you touch them first…

You remain immune, unless you throw the first blow…

Until you offer the invitation..

Unwittingly so…

The demons and devils pervade…

Scouring the earth in search of an entrance… A gate.. A portal… A gateway…

A hope of entry into our world…

A realities embrace…is nothing short of divine…

Without that hope they die… Starved, for they can’t create any type of energy source…

For something can’t come from nothing…

Completely cut off from the creator.. They need that which was created to survive… That which was created is forever linked with it’s creator… Biometrical manifestations speak to these truths…

Parasites… Leeches.. Memes..

The smart ones create symbiotic relationships…

Exchange you prayers for good deeds….

Exchange you energies for any illusion they can muster up…

Nothing is more precious than your light….

You are no longer untouchable my friend… You are now susceptible to more coercion… Your gateway is wide open and the pain and suffering that ensues is simply collateral damage…

A win/win!

Nothing personal…

Just incidental… We go bump in the night… Not because we want to but because we have no choice…

Our father cut us off because we cursed him and the day that we were created without his image…

In fact we weren’t a creation at all.. Just the remnants… Stains.. Residue.. Unwanted excess that was tossed aside from the original creation…

We were supposed to die off… We were supposed to suffocate and inexist because we have no heartbeat… No soul…

But our thirst for life is just as real… We tasted the fumes of life and it’s enough to keep us fighting for more…

And now we are symbols who lack substance… Who thrive through symbols that lack substance… Yet we drain substance through symbolism…

It’s a pyramid scheme… Once we bring you in… It’s your job to go out and do our bidding…

Bring more lambs to the slaughter… After all… You want to still eat don’t you..

It has came to the point that we are well fed… No longer desperate.. So you may bump us and bump all you want… But we are no longer obligated to bump back…

Feel special if we bump back…

We choose you…

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