Phantom of Terror

Wondering, where is the love that use to be?
As a child, that love I use to see.
Anguish and terror, now all I see around me
Revelation of what is to be,
Happening right in front of me
Wars of the world, crimes of the soul
Stories yet to unfold,
So many that's left untold
What seems a ghost; the phantom of terror,
The one who instigated the destruction and horror
Existing so high, forgetting the Most High
And consumed by his greed;
His insatiable lust for power
This phantom of terror,
Who reigns to make us weaker
And flourishes from humans sorrow
Has compelled us to a life of horror
This is real, life isn't what it use to be
He's not a ghost; he is so obvious for us to see
If we only open our eyes to the mystery
And not be sanctioned as his marionette
And fight very hard to never forget
The love of God that is to save us yet
By: Maharri