The title got me. The way you wove the bible in this but end it with the drink being labeled ‘What Price Salvation?’ is a damn moment. Good read

This reminds me of the late 60s – early eighties writers. Yes, I’ve read that far back.LOL. My dad loved the old classics, while my sister came to poetry during the 70s. So I saw a great many styles and such.
Almost goes with LSD, this. Seriously! I don’t condone illegal drugs, ahem, yet in moderation many ideas have sprouted for many many writers.
You write on another level, my good man.

Brilliantly penned, Ghosteen. This is truly an amazing write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

“Masks conceal the cruelest intentions
Orchestrated fear designed to control”
Wow! This is a powerful statement that holds much truth! You just have to listen carefully to politicians. They tell you everything they intent to do, hidden between distracting words.
Brilliant work, Damian!

Not only true enough but my word yours here look so pretty sitting on their very own page .. Neville

Fantastic, Damian!

Phenomenal piece Damian. Makes ya think. Powerful write my friend.

Okay, Prophet, you did it again. They only wear the mask long enough to lull the sheep. The wolves are out in force now, no masks. And you nailed this one like a jackhammer of Truth. I really wish you weren’t so deadly accurate…but here we are. That vault of yours must be packed with treasure, my friend

Tight, relentless lines. This feels like a pressure chamber where thought turns toxic and power hides behind masks. I like how the poem doesn’t over-explain—just lets the spiral speak for itself. Dark, current, and uncomfortably true.

Nice! Tightly done yet with a bullseye message. The rhymes are perfect, too. Excellent write Damian.

You were ahead of your time, Damian. This applies today as if it was written yesterday. Great poem!

Brilliantly penned, Neville. Like the layers my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Oooh, now this one has a haunting, almost taunting feel to it. Leaves me wonder…are these mourning doves?

Bless you Willow .. maybe henceforth, I should call you Hawkeye .. You are certainly most astute ma’am .. Neville 🤍👍

This hits like an abandoned chapel breathing on its own. The spacing slows the reader down just enough to feel the echo, the hollow pride, the loneliness clinging to the walls. That last turn—the ghost of me by your side—is quietly devastating. You let atmosphere do the heavy lifting, and it works.

Haunting but also a soothing demeanor somehow. The ending caught me off guard obviously. It makes the read have a different angle, reading back. It’s a well done piece, Neville.

Strange how awareness changes and we see or feel things differently from one time to another, sometimes the message is cloud and clear, sometimes it’s gentle and blurry, but all of them are messages that we are not alone. I feel sadness and speration, yet I also feel how the speaker got and felt the message, found comfort within it and just wanted to get it through and sing it into words 🤍

I feel as if I have been promoted to something very special .. Bless & thank you dear Light💕