Yin-yang twins
Red skinned and hairy
Entwined with white
Held by the heel.
Twins drifting apart
By power of choice.
When one rises,
The other will fall.
One gaining power
Brings the other one down.
Drops of red melting down
Lentil soup? Is it?
Or rivers of blood?
***
Soul rising for judgement
Dressed in ultimate evil
Tainted by murder
Power of destruction
Archetypal corruption
Dismantled to fragments.
***
God offers the souls
A new package deal:
He's carrying a trunk
Full of fragments of Red.
Rusty bullets and knives,
Cannons and guns,
Surgical needles,
Pick axes, darts,
Scalpels and scissors,
Saws and hedge trimmers,
Pliers and drills.
Who wants to carry
A tool in your soul?
This Red here –
Those fragments -
Need purifying.
Volunteers are needed.
Anyone willing?
Souls are running,
Competing and begging,
Such great opportunity,
Such wonderous power.
Integrating the scissors,
Knives, bullets and axes,
Grabbing the chances
To re-shape those weapons.
A confetti of fragments
Re-absorbed by the souls.
***
Just as Rebecca
Felt the twins in her, struggling,
Pulled apart by their goals,
Begging to grasp and employ,
So too, those souls,
Walk the Earth with a pull.
Fragments of Esav
Draw them to danger,
Entice them to combat,
Squinting into the muzzle sight,
The soul crying in horror.
Shards of ultimate evil
Contaminate their path.
How can we remind you
The promise you made Above?
Purify those fragments,
Not use them as compass.
Elevate and heal,
Not feed them and settle…
Do not let them take over,
Nourishing the Darkness,
Complying with orders.
The White One is waiting
For his brother to heal,
Wake up, dear Soul.
Wake up.
It's almost over.
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