Chankge of Reality

      Burning Red with rage,

      blood now stains skin raw.

      Was not meant to be

      but has stayed for many a years.

      Since time began it was born.

       It was small at first just

       a bite, but then it was death.

        How fast it grew.

        Today it thrives like a virus.

        MIghty ann strong it stands

         with six billion backing it.

         But what if; what is, was not what it is.

        White like snow clean six billlion

        are. Happy am I to be free

         of chain and ball. Was held back

         on earth. Now I spread my wings and take

        flight from this world. I'm free, never

        looking back.

        Imagine from a little bite it started

        and to a man on a cross

         it ended.