The Shack

He sees all,
to all that believe.
While those who live freely,
are afraid of being a doll.
Is He a myth?

A long walk, a journey,
to find what?
A child on a gurney,
spilled out from the gut?
That's the exact question.

At the end of the path,
you may find a place where a loved one once was,
or a grim psychopath.
In order to leave no flaws,
it must be from the jaws of hell.

Now let us hear the confession,
and the stench of a brutal murder, is what we’ll smell.

The little girl,
she could not escape his clutch.

In order for you to find your way,
you have gone too far a stray,
someone had to be taken,
to wipe your eyesight clean, as if it was a window.