By Andrew Scott
Dear Father, I think it has finally happened. The circle of sins is closing in. The hair on my skin feels it. You may never see me again. The fear that you always had about the free spirit of my life taking over the path of bad decisions has come true at this moment. I know now I should have listened to your words of experience and wisdom instead of thinking how much you did not know. Sadly, I now know the truth. I cannot say I was led astray. Walked the path alone. The trail was so addicting the further in I went. Now I am in a ditch and am not going to get out. May never see you again. I am sorry.
The heat around him is scorching. His betrayals are starting to dig his legacy deeper. Presenting a person that deep down he is not. Telling all, late nights working when he was visiting a different home, taking care of a side family. His lies are catching up with both homes finding one another. Now he sweats with no where to go. The fires of the Furies are catching him. She used a gentle smile to pull young ladies into her lair. Kindness and friendship laced with an invisible evil mind. She would take them under her soft wing. With liquor and good vibes she would lead them to their tortured rape and demise. Authorities and the public chained her to a torture cell, dark and hot, no escape under the watchful eyes of the Furies. People trying to be sneaky, thinking no one will see them, lying, taking, killing. Heated eyes are always seeing when others do not. Providing the proper punishment through the vengeful fire of the Furies.
Dark Figure II
So many marching, looking for a place of acceptance as they do not know who they are or what direction they wish to go. All they need is a path set out before them to follow. They do not see who is guiding them. Those seeking spiritual enlightenment took their journey to a place called Georgetown to search for the teachings of Jim Jones, who taught them apostolic socialism. As the people gathered in mass reports came to others about abuses by the temple members. Life was not what the followers expected, no enlightenment but punishments. Children taken away, rarely seeing parents. Monies taken to run the temple. Under scrutiny of stress and outsiders there were cyanide poisonings to all. On November 18, 1978, Jonestown was dead. Not one saw the guiding hand to the light. In Axtell, Texas, many gathered, waiting for an apocalypse with the second coming against the armed armies of Babylon. Firearms and soldiers lined the compound protecting the disciples inside the barrier following the leader of the Branch Davidians. Families waited inside while the law was outside until the fiery end for all being led. Flames taking lives in the chaotic compound. Everyone looking down, praying, not seeing who lit the match. Students gather in a classroom hoping to learn about multi-level marketing, course upon course with slow steps to get ahead within the organization. Enthralled by personal and professional seminars that were to grow the students. Being hypnotized to follow, no question. Ignoring the secret society the students were buying into until they were poor and sold. Branded by the leader with his initials. The pain never healed. No one saw who burned the brand. So many with empty thoughts searching for a place to go and follow the leader. Blind, without question only to feel impure. Once they realize the path that was taken to the current place. Too late in realizing the truth, questioning how they got there. Doors opened by the unseen, the Dark Figure that guided down the sacrificing path.