Good vs evil

Good vs evil

Two sides fighting constantly ,in this land of opportunity, that suddenly, grudgingly, spills out on the streets, committing feats, like uncovered feet ,sticking out from sheets,with a tag hanging, dangling in the breeze ,with ease, I call it like I see it it doesent phase me one bit,there are hidden organisms living beneath the surface like germs in spit,one lives laughing in the pit ,the others stands proudly over it,with a smile ear to ear,like happiness is his career,leaving his word behind as a guide ,so many mysteries inside, to which people abide, creating the ties that bind,this battle is never-ending, pending, the sending, and receiving, of messages from the other side, although alive ,our spirits and flesh coincide ,through the ride ,as other realms participate and hide ,I feel like were witnessing an unseen battle ,people unaware of the herd mentality like cattle, wearing apparel ,depicting the influences of our plight, people dressing in all black not at night ,as if it's alright ,possibly out of spite ,chanting the devils music too reach new heights,possessing souls in their claws real tight,logo wearing, hearts disappearing ,not caring, or sharing, just empty lost shells reapearing, from hell, were they dwell, their soul they willingly sell,adorned with the scorn ,deliberately ignoring right for wrong, still singing raining shame, on the name, from where they came ,for money and fame, but whose to blame ,for this game.war is history, repeating, with both sides cheating, defeating, the real reason we are here on this earth, the demons must be leading us into the hertz, it hurts me, inside, to derive, this type of conclusion, rapped up in confusion, from the illusion, the truth is exposed raw like a contusion, suspended in air on an axis  moving ,that this is all that happens on this earth, from birth ,given a false sense of reality,or worth, but too me, there's always been more than meets the eye, not just a guy, sitting on a cloud in the sky, the lie, is that he's not present all the time in you and I, people can be tools of both good and evil, being kind or lethal, full of wisdom or feeble, the truth is our brains are nothing but a transmitter,containing imbedded poison real bitter, like a cobra spitter, containing the right pipes like fitters, in other words people evoke things in their heads ,until it spreads ,like legs or tentacles unraveling the thing, that loves to sting, and bring ,misery on gods people as they sing, using his minions, to create false opinions ,from their dominion, watching the light of the soul flicker dimming, brimming with anticipation ,from creation, to revelation, with great patience ,times a wasting,they use any opportunity to shape shift, imprinting ,the doctrine, of the forgotten, soul is burning and rotten ,plotting, a course for disaster, to master, the human race, the disgrace is we may never see his face,all we see are so called coincidences, or incidences ,of his number six hundred and sixty six, but throughout history, it seems to be ,the one thing  that can make it desist, is the older than time crucifix.