Sister And Brother And The Blood And Guts Of Others. Poem by Timothy olson

SISTER AND BROTHER AND THE BLOOD AND GUTS OF OTHERS.
How its so unfair, but mostly just unkind.
People tend to worry over, what's rightfully mine.
Yes, the worlds just unfair, but mostly its unkind.
Especially when you look into, A dark and twisted mind.
I have some problems for sure, how many I don't know.
Some lost and forgotten, a long, long time ago.
The world was to busy, wrapped in traps of conquering storms.
One after another, sisters and brothers.
Ripping to shreds, what was left of there heads.
OH, wait just a minute, I know you don't get it.
I've forgotten to say, what led up to this day.
So let me be kind, and just now rewind, to a place from before, all the blood and the gore.
To a house on a hill, with one boy and one girl.
They were kept locked up tight, in fear that they might, contract the disease, of thank you and please.
Through there darkness existence, and abusive persistence, learned to hate things that were bright, and that were morally right.
Past countless days of preaching's, and praise of morally wrong teachings..Fear turned to hate, and hate turned to rage, for the outside world, having made it this way.
They plotted and schemed, the end to its means, knowing one day, they'd make them all pay.
Mom had long since died, while father continued to hide, and keep his children all tied up, with his tongue tied and twisted lies.
Then it happened one day that the boy didn't say, say yes dad, I know dad, she likes it that way.
He was starting to get beat, from his head to his feet.
When his father did fall, from to much alcohol.
Down he went, with all hell his intent, when the boy and the girl, stabbed with there forks at the base of his neck, and up to his head, until they were sure, sure he was dead.
There moment of fear turned to suddenly cheer.
No more feelings of sorrow, just a better tomorrow.
The moment had come, to go have some fun.
they would make it all clear, to those far and those near, that they would no longer, be slaves of there father

..Getting the supplies that they needed, would help them succeed in it.

Looking down at the town, just after sundown.
They slowly did slide, on down the hill side.
Oh how happy a day, that they now can say.
To the town who looked down on them, they would now make them all pay.

No longer the game, that they did then they play.
Learning to live and hate in this way.

So one house at a time, the hour of 9.

They quietly crept, through the rooms that they slept.
From one room at a time, now well after 9. When encountered at all, by both big and the small.
They cut out the throats, of all the town folks.
All through the night, they killed with delight.
Blood poured into the streets, like the slaughtering of meat.
At the very last house, quiet as a mouse, they then did walk in, both guilty of their sins.
Then they heard a loud voice, giving them a choice.
To die and be nothing for the wages of sin, or accept Jesus Christ and begin life again.
when In from the door, covered in gore, from ones he tried to save, but bled to death anyway.
Was the father of the church, doing Gods work.
Out from his hand, firmly did stand, truth in this man.
the children did stop, but only to talk.

He told of Gods laws, and how god had no flaws, and how we should repent and obey all his laws.
They were tongue tied and twisted, completely be with it.
Couldn't understand, how they completely had missed it.
With one dunk from his hand, they would now understand!
Baptized new Christians, God was now with them.
God has forgave you, Because you let Jesus Christ save you, with new understanding, of why he forgave you.

Even in youth, You now know the truth.

Now it will take time to mend your broken heart, as you trust in God, and a brand new start.
now go out and clean up all the blood and the guts, just to be fair, to the rest of us.
Knowing the truth as you do this, . just might get you through this.
And that's the made up story, of sister and brother and the blood and guts of others.

The End.