What is life and what is love?
What is death and what is pain?
To all those who live, what is freedom?
And to all the living corpses, what is sacrifice?
What is honesty, faith and compassion?
What part of it is being human?

Why begin wars when you can end them?
Why follow others when you can walk your own path?
If memories exist why do you forget them?
But if memories are painful then why not erase them?
Why please society when you can be yourself?
Why is being human the most difficult challenge?

A red that burns across the sky,
Igniting the passion of a thousand suns
An orange that streaks throughout the desert,
Reminding travellers of their insatiable thirst
A yellow that sparks amidst the darkness,
Striking hope into the hearts of the forlorn
A green that sprouts along every blade of grass,
Spreading wisdom and peace across the kingdom,
A blue that blends into the soul of stars,
Fueling energy that bubbles throughout centuries
A purple that bruises every skin and scythe,
Rendering pain and thrills in every soldier
A violet that subdues the exhilaration of life and existence,
Leaving waves of aching sorrows and spirits

One, the cater-cousins thee shun.
Two, darkness they eschew.
Three, a cag'd bird shall kicketh the bucket at which hour setteth free.
Four, thou art the did hunt, the prey; the boar.
Five, nobbut a bee in the hive.
Six, they've forseen thy deceit; belay thy tricks.
Seven, a curs'd soul shan't returneth to heaven.
Eight, death is every living being's fate.
Nine, if 't be true god is the Flibbertigibbet himself, who is't doth thee worship at the holy shrine?
Ten, time tells the day of thy damnation.