Only the dead prepares for a war that’s already been won. 

Dead in mind, spirit, and faith,  

-dead to this world, desolate in disgrace. 

They’ve laid waste to future, yet speaks upon yours,  

-be careful your walk, their seeds blisters of thorns. 

I watch as they scurry, incite, and provoke,  

-the game is rigged, next move, next hoax! 

Tactical in mindset, yet broken in temple,  

-tactless of life, mind set less than simple. 

Pray-prayers pray, for they prey on your dreams, 

 -implode from within, their prayer-practice deems. 

Blind eyes, deaf ears, befuddled in fate,  

–beware of their walk, for their walk is of hate. 

Catch up, slow down, hurry up, I behoove,  

–they’ve laid waste to their minds yet walks amongst you. 

Think About it. 

Reginald O’Neal Gibson