There is a knife edge
Between holy and unholy
In some
instances,
In some situations.
When one who desires something
You have, they cannot ever have,
Then they would harm you
By drawing ever closer to you
They kiss you ever so cleverly
and gently
On your cheek
With loving hatred
They begin to destroy you little
by little.
She asks you for a favour
Paid, of course,
You think like the fool, and
Turn yourself upside down.
Believing you are valued,
You do her bidding
Only to find
They have slipped the knife
Neatly and cleanly between your
ribs,
Inside your guts.
Then, they have enjoyed the
sensation
Of twisting it several times,
Between organs
Feeling a delicious joy at each
turn of the blade,
They leave you bleeding
On the pavement
Waiting perhaps a few seconds
To watch you gasp for breath.
She does not have time to see
You die because she has other
scores
To even out in the scheme of
things.
She is fearless, completely
Because she is her own G-D
In the scheme of things
You realise she has hated you for
forty years
Or more and indeed, never was a
friend
In the true sense of the word.
Because she understood how
To manipulate a situation
To kill your unborn child
And you too, she would have
killed,
But the time was not ripe.
She learnt her craft well
Bidding her time,
She maimed and hurt
In so many other ways
Secure in the secret knowledge
Of Hatred held deep inside.
You who are afraid to believe
That someone could hide so much
That someone could hate so much
Beware
Because there are some who hold
to nothing.
No love will assist them
Out of the pit they are in
They are at one with the snakes
They are at one with the
scorpions
And other poisonous things
that slither and twist down there
that slither and twist down there
Because they pretend to care.
For a few coins they will kill
you
Whether you are spouse, brother
Sister, mother or father and for
some
Even a child is their victim
For they do not differentiate
Between acts of holiness
Between the acts of unholy
sources
They can twist and deceive
More effectively
Then any unknown person
Because they do know you
And what hurts you.
Be they friend or family.
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