Run and Pray

Little short poem

I am abridged of a gap,
A dusty hole of death,
Bilingual evil is hard to avoid.

Understands the good,
Understands the bad,
Whispers promises as it stabs you in the back,
Dries your throat to thirst,
Kills you as you drink.

Hears what your mind says,
Tells it what to think,
Turns day to night,
And night to day.

Your only Hope?
Run and Pray.