Dimensional Pawns

Dimensional Pawns

The bloods do not understand
the intricacies of the other side.
They do not understand
how they are constantly being
watched, waited, and guarded…
The bloods think that this is
life…here…on earth…
But cannot recall their birth
from their own Mother’s womb.

The bloods; they talk…they walk
from room to room
unknowingly moving through
the essential weightless beings
that harbor no time.
No tick tocks of a clock
to track the beings’ breath.

And the bloods;
they fear their own death
because they are too detached to
understand where they are going.
Ignorance fuels their fear.
It is that ignorance that will keep
them here…
in a dimension
with their souls in contention,
chronic distorted direction
of struggling silence.

The bloods; they brood of
violence…
And that is exactly what the
Non-blooded souls want.
The non-blooded souls who linger
hoping for dinner to feed
their very existence.
The non-blooded souls who
answer and pillage for Hades
are whispering in human ears…
whispering revenge
fueling anger from fear
to wreak havoc in the dimension they long for.

The bloods do not understand their roles.
Pawns on a chessboard
of a game being played and waged
between what some may call
Heaven and Hell.
The bloods; they pretend to know this so well.
But they have no way of knowing.
Detached from the Divine for so long
and Moses foresaw this long, long ago.