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Edited on Sun Oct-31-04 11:07 PM by 3113
A number of years ago I was associated with an individual who became very famous and whose fame had religious overtones. Things turned sour, culminating in a knock at my door by two strangers who threatened me. I was very stressed. That afternoon I had this sudden unexplained urge to sit down and write this poem. I had never written a poem in my life, and haven't written one since. I am not a very religious person and don't know the Bible that well, but nevertheless wrote this poem in a couple of hours. COPYRIGHTED The next day when I read the poem, I kinda felt like Irkle, "Did I write that?"
The Title "Take Heed" is taken from the Bible, which means be aware, pay attention to. Anyone who hungers for power, money, fame should...
TAKE HEED
With wealth comes power, and with power, classes. Once believed good men become pompous asses. Perhaps always were, we just didn't know it. They believe, "I am better," looking down at the masses. "Look at me, up here," once concealed now they show it.
Under a disguise of good intention. His use of this power too evil to mention. With melicious intent he loved to do harm. "They can't be trusted" was his contention. Without abuse power loses it's charm.
Although creative and somewhat bright. He had no concern for what was right. For every occasion made up a new story. He loved hurting others, and liked a good fight. His addiction was one of power and glory.
One by one they opened their eyes. And began to see through his disguise. "Could he be a fake?" they began to mutter. "Listen," he said, "It's all lies." But not a sound did they utter.
His answer to them remained the same. To their questions he yelled, "I'm not to blame." With the facts and contradictions many, The truth was in order, but he continued his claim, "It's a conspiracy, faults, I haven't any"
"You're my friend" he would contend. Now a claim hard to defend. Choice over time you can always tell, The truth coming out in the end, In history it reads, "He rose then he fell."
More important than history was the judgement of God, After death of the body now in sod. "With much review of the good in your past, In judgement of your soul," God said with a nod. "Without hesitation, to hell I thee cast."
With shock in his eyes he began to cry, "What can I do? I'll really try." "Power, hate, sex, booze. You dare ask why," was God's reply, "For all of this and more you lose"
"In Matthew 6 I warned, take heed. Keep to yourself your charitable deeds. To ignore my guidance you could ill afford. You gave in my name for glory and greed. Assuredly I say, you have your reward."
Out of control "I'll change," he cried. "I gave you a choice, the right to decide. You did as you pleased, can't you see? Now it's too late," God replied, "As you did unto them, you did unto me."
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