THIS STUNNING CURE

i Malware In his computer Malword In his soul Like a poisoned spear Embedded Malady Malfunction Virus Eating its way To the core Working subtly Slickly hiding A lifetime Now rising From the vault Of his netherworld Poised to possess Completely ii “I abhor you” She said to the boy Frustrated by him Not meaning it – perhaps But the child received it Believed in it Absorbed it Into his humus Keeping it Like a Word of God Become flesh In him Disliked Disdained Maybe even hated Darnel among the wheat It is this that battles With God for his soul This lie iii I am the boy I am the man The boy become a man Of many years Another man A stranger A man with Hard worked hands Holds my face In a public place “You’re beautiful” He says Like a prophecy From on High This cure This stunning cure Word become flesh This truth By which all shackles Will be gone By which the war Will finally be won The harvest done "You shall be a crown of beauty in the hand of the Lord, A royal diadem in the hand