the Abyss

tainted veins,
of purple and blue
colliding together,
a distinguishing hue.

a blindspot.

too dark to tell where it
starts or where it ends.
cold and damp
set apart from the
beckoning warmth
of a Father's love,
twisted in lies,
tortured by deception,
the love-child of a wayward,
imagination--
the Abyss.

it's a well crafted illusion,
by the one who wages destruction,
whose wrath rages against
the ones who pray,

they become his prey.

blissfully ignorant sheep,
struck blind by the void left
by immortality and shame.

the truth of everlasting love,
pushed far into peripheral sight,
tricks the heart and poisons the mind,
to only see the Abyss, to become lost
in the blackhole created by the one
who seeks to devastate humanity.

the Abyss,
a figment of one's imagination,
a dark place that exists in limbo,
is conquered by the truth
that

it

isn't

really

there.