T W I S T E D R E A L I T Y His bony hand rocks the cradle as the child screams from within His wife stares at his eyes of steel and is frightened by his grin A man who was once outgoing now shuts himself out from the rest of humanity He is alone and helpless for he cannot face his present reality He keeps to himself and practices his evil on his own He is not at all what he used to be a man with a mind that once shone The townspeople start to gossip about the man with the bloodshot eyes Seldom does he sleep it seems he is plainly awaiting his demise He practices many types of sorcery the kind that most men do not understand One day the people are surprised when in the square he takes a stand He claims to be a messenger from God a holy figure that they should admire Everyone agrees these are the ravages of old age his mind has begun to tire One rainy day he stood outside and spoke of his encounters with God People started to mock him they called him an unbelievable fraud They should not have done so as they soon learnt For that very night the townpeople became victims to his Twisted Reality Literature SNiPER GRiP AD