Saints that wear black

Alshadi we serve the once more
the lord looks over us
we are his children
we believe in his glory with blind faith
we serve him with no doubt in our minds
that we may die for him is the greatest honor
that anyone could have
for the beast that lies in us all
is waiting to burst out
and we must fight this urge
to let the beast wake
to let our lust become who we our
we must fight
we must be
we must try
we must become
we are the army of the forgotten
we are creatures that would rather bath in our own filth and darkness
then slightly have our skin burnt in the light of truth
we are pest
a portrait that our lord did not like
an experiment gone wrong
the rulers of this world spin webs of lies so as to satisfy the minds of the ignorant
while there are those of us who can see past this web
we are still trapped in the filth that our co-hurts have created
blinded by the wicked
our eyes have been taken
so we must walk the road of forgotten sins
some will walk alone
some shall find each other and band together
but whether alone or with each other we are all searching for one thing
the light that we oh so want to find

..................amen.....

this is not a poem...but a prayer.....it means that even those who have lost the way....can have a chance to find the light once more for the lord will always welcome us...with a warm and thoughtfull embrace.....no matter what religion....what sexuality...what race...or what lifestyle you live...as long as you are kind to others....give to the needy...and have the deacentsy to help a total stranger in need....he will always welcome you