Psalm 139:8 New King James Version (NKJV)

8 If I ascend into heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold, You are there.

 

Existence

 

Climbing a rough mountain called “self-recognition”

From a distance kind of pretty but up close like the pits of hell

In search of a “living” fountain formed in my imagination

Where no one can get it unless I maintain the “well”

 

Every crack and crevice is filled with slimy “selfish”

Deathtraps without sound in a pitiful display

What is now the purpose as all seems do hellish?

Death here’s all around with no one left to pay

 

Depravity in its core … nowhere any beauty

Light is simply missing and life has no place in it

Each and every door leads to a place named “naughty”

Where the snakes are hissing and tar fills every pit

 

It has to be someone else whose life I am observing

No one can be so rotten and smelly to the core

It seems a show and tell and so real unnerving

To see my name forgotten on each and every door

 

Searching for excuses has no place in here

Here is only reality … what spiritual death is like

All the abuses caught in this peculiar sphere

Now confined with principalities of darkness and pride

 

A bastion of iniquity … a fortress for the deprived

Build for an everlasting doom where death itself reigns

Where the only quality in finality arrives

Its fire’s final gloom … as a gory morbid claims

 

Jan Wienen