Destiny Has 2 Sides

DESTINY HAS 2 SIDES

Abide by a side.

One down for the ride, the other in a mess; tied, tranquilized.

Angel or devil, pick your guide.

Fear of fear or fear of the fire, fish fried.

The other side, sighed.

Quenching for the check mate switch to be beautified from horrified.

Never give up, or no, give up, you at least tried.

Forget the nights you cried; hogtied.

Focusing all ends to meld back together; carefully collide.

Joyride versus landslide.

Pride blockading the pure tide; freeze- dried, fluoride, chloride, even pesticide corrupting the masses; everyone changing; lazy eyed, cockeyed.

Facing the depth of doom, maybe the walking dead will turn you into cowhide.

Petrified; dewey yet starry-eyed; exclaiming take me anywhere—

screaming; wake up, now seaside, riverside, countryside; maybe Shanghaied.

Anywhere to escape this genocide of self and masses when all is really unclarified.

The continuous subdivide; with attempts to be sanctified, as goodness is unified and evil modified.

The grand battle worldwide, living alongside one another, praying, maybe begging, to be rectified.

Poem By: Katheryn Aileen McCaulla