It has to do with judgment, and everything that we do to avoid it.
Because if You do not validate us, we perish.
Those of us who realize this grapple with fear.
Those who do not, simply deny it.
There are people who are never validated;
But they deny it.
They are lost
Unresolved
Self-made
They blow through life unmindful
Consuming and being consumed
Help is resisted or just denied
You can see their demon
All that anger and rage and humiliation
And pain, pain pain,
And fear like icicles dripping over the whole sweet cake.
Fear and denial, controlling
But never acknowledged
All stuffed inside
People slam the door on it
And put their backs to the door
But after a while
There’s so much crap in there it starts to ooze through the cracks
And underneath the door like red lava.
But they won’t run away from the door
Even though it’s licking at their feet and their hair.
Finally the door explodes and it’s like a thermonuclear blast
BOOOOMMMMWHOOOSH
Everyone gets wasted. Nothing is left but a few living dead.
The Un Dead
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