I heard, "You are going to be judged".
Fear engulfed on my face
Just as the sun does on solar eclipse
By
Killing the light
And
Sparking a black desire from the burned out wood.
I asked, "Who's the judge?"
With a sculptured culprit mind,
With an intention to mold and map the face
Just as, the sun sets calling the moon on
With the light nobody can see
And
Watch the shadow.
I asked, "Where does my opponent live?"
With a masked evil mind to kill the voice that arose
Washing the hands with black blood
That will leave the scars until its dusted.
In the end,
I asked, "Who's my opponent?"
He replied, "He doesn't exist. He is just your inner truth."
