PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

there are forces we know nothing about. things in this world that exist along side us. It's comparable to a playing feild. we are on different sides of the coin. the room split into two, when we die we crossover. then when we die again we come back. but things have changed. the balance of upset. population growth and control has depleted the centre line. It's warped the coin, you see they can see us. there voices flow through the coin. you see they can see us but we are too ignorant to see them. so when we hear them talk it's a whisper' a "ghostly" sound in the dark. some hear it some don't. the ability lies in your mind. the more times you crossed the more you hear. untill still birth, we think of it as an act of god or the devil. or just  plain old disease. but it;s a persons ability to end his or her life before the voices the pain the frustration. your in control on the other side. Your "play" god. but there are soldiers. there just like children and when out the other side they seek those who talk to us, they seek the stillbirths. to stop them. to end the cycle. these are your saints.