Poem: Hungry People!

These people are hungry,
Yes! They are hungry!
Cry my children cry,
And let me give you the bread of life!
The bread of life, that gives you
Eyes to see, ears to hear
Hearts to discern and minds to create!
Yes! You eat, but that which has decayed
Yes! You drink, but that which has fermented
Yes! You breathe, but that which has been smoked!
Do not smoke your heir also, but heir your heir my children!
For you are fearfully and wonderfully made in the heavenly places!
Created from His own image- Yes! His own image my children
Given all power from the cross- Yes! From the cross
So as to learn and understand His magnificent glory
Before the fulfillment of of time, when we will model in the clouds,
Yes in the clouds! Like some peahen before beautiful purple and gold flowers...
Vomit these debris, this  debris my children
And let me give you the bread of life,
The bread of life, that gives birth to eternity- Yes eternity my children!
Let this thief ran away from you my children...
As it is written, "A wicked man rans when noone is chasing him!"
Eat my children eat! for the beginning is now at hand,
And the elemination is now in progress!
Start to create my children...
For long back you were made "Little Gods"
In the grace of the peaceful psalms of David!
Arise my children- arise!
Eat my children eat!
And create my children create!
For the creators hands are now itching!
Itching to create the unexpected and the beyond,
Only for the faithful chosen few...few...few...