Don't Warn Them

December 07, 2024, The Mad Prophet Emilio

They don’t know what is lying beneath,
under their fragile little feet.
They think of it for a moment then,
quickly move to the next thought to distract their tiny minds.
They know what lies at the end but they cannot cope with it.

They cannot bear to think of what lies below their fragile little feet.
Unable to think about anything but themselves,
They shift their focus on their own tiny world so
They can escape the horror of the real reality.

They numb their mind and are unable to see the message.

In order to remember it, I remembered DEATH.
I stopped running, stopped trying to escape,
I embraced it.
I remembered the horror that is DEATH.
I remembered the crushing dread,
I remembered the mind crumbling panic,
I remembered the anxiety that melts you down to nothing.
I remembered the suffocating black hole that is DEATH.

In that moment that is DEATH,
The universe was clearly shown to me.
I saw DEATH for what it is and saw what LIFE and EXISTENCE are.
I saw myself,
The birds,
The wind,
The people,
The Earth,
The universe.
I touched something that is not from this universe.

I opened my eyes and realized,
I touched something.
Something reached out to me and touched the deepest, darkest parts hidden in the labyrinth that is “me.”

It saw the pattern of the labyrinth and recognized the signature that was me.
It saw me and so, I made myself known to it, and then I became something.
Something filled the labyrinth that is me.
There, we became I.

I looked upon LIFE but only saw DEATH and then, I remembered the warning.
Remember what you have to do, what you have to write.
I remembered the communion; if I don’t warn them, who will.