I watch my legs, detach from their place, and walk as though they never needed me

My eyes are bleeding, the most beautiful glaze of grey, as it paints my cheeks and drips to the floor

My heart grows needles, from the inside of its chambers, it seems to sew away another wish for me

My teeth become black, at the touch of my fingers, as the pulse in my hands beats violently

My lungs begin to collapse, as they sing a rhapsody of death and grace

My veins turn neon, as though I am a star, and I have reached my supernova

My astral skin, begins to erode, as the sweat of my brow begins to calcify

My mind becomes snakes, that slither with intent, while I sit in horror and bliss

My feet never twitch, for they are stone, and I am marble

You think this is a heart of light, you smile while the blood of the innocent paint the ground, were the bodies lay

It is a heart of darkness, a heart of hatred, it beats in the shell of human greed and ignorance

The sun always shines, and there is always a new dawn, but those that are dead won’t ever see one again

It is never easy to take the truth, to take the stark reality of darkness, but joy is not a simple remedy to it

For it is a wound that will fester, and that will hurt, but it must be so to keep the mind aware

For things are not alright, this machine is bleeding to death, and we are trapped inside of it

This heart of hatred is a immortal beast, it always has been around since humans made God

We will never see change, for we deny that there is a problem

We will never see justice, for we believe it is truly blind

Progress is a philosophy that shines in the hands of the passionate, but is strangled by the hands of the ignorant

We will see more sorrow, more death, more tears

And yet we will do nothing, for we are devoid of sympathy and human decency

We have become what Christ didn’t die for, we are merely beasts of hedonism and pain

The discomfort of self, the sheath of truth crumbled by the church preaching ignorance and bitterness

God does not look upon you with grace and love, this is what they tell you

You are poisoned, grotesque, morbid, monstrous, and vile

You are the product of mistake, you are the cancer that is destroying this already decayed society

We did not do this, it was you

We stayed in our homes with our wine and hate, we abided by the rules, but you didn’t

We made those rules to keep you in line, why did you think you could say they were wrong, because you are a human too?

We built our castles of sand and limestone with our own hands, we built them upon the bodies of the meek and helpless

We honored their lives by casting their lives as our own, we bastardized their marrows with our own

We told you what you are, but you say you are something else, if only you would follow us you would be happy

We are the solution, just adhere to our creeds and rules, while we punish and demonize you for your self worth

This is the motion we have made in stone, stained by blood and sorrow, this is what we say, this is what we sow

Our time of punishment will never come, there is no fire coming to burn us

We hide that fire in our closets, the smoke is only an illusion to us

We are not beasts, we are not vile

These are not fangs dripped in innocent blood, these are not claws marked by tears and pain

We have dressed them up in suits and dresses, we are the wolves among wolves

You mark us as the problem, how dare you, we did no such thing

We only lit the fires to keep you warm…

We will not burn, for we are made of hide and steel

You will suffer for going against us, for trying to be yourself

We will start wars to keep our order, we will torture to keep our peace, we will bully innocents to make them conform to us, we will **** to keep our power

The discomfort of self, the sheath of truth crumbled by the society preaching ignorance and bitterness

Loneliness is a very blunt hammer, that crashes against your walls as you sleep

It keeps you up at night, haunting your mind with ghosts of crippling doubt, and silver demons that cut at your skin

It makes your mouth dry, it makes every step feel heavier, it makes your eyes bloodshot with anxiety

For it is a sinister thing, it creeps into your skull and burrows into the grey matter

It makes your lungs feel constricted, and your tears heavy with salt

It makes your fingers bend against the window pane, your words choke againt your bleeding teeth

As you sit in your slumber, and feel thw hollowness in your bones

Lonliness is a grotesque beast, that lays with you in the night, and whispers deathly hymns to your soul

It’s a insidious thing, a truly isolating angel, a god that seeks to punish

There was a neon angel, that seemed to be close

I grasped my hands around the lights, like a moth to the moon

I felt the warmth of the glow, the feeling of completion

I felt a cold, like a knife on my spine

That angel seemed to fly away

And I seemed to be sinking in the groud

And the world grew grey

And I lost some flesh

As the world, seemed to be slipping

From my axis

You are such a sweet soul, that has been born into a world of vileness and cruelty

You have a smile that is Christ like, you have the voice of a bird song, beautiful to listen and cherish

You have been cut and bruised, from the words of those that wish to hurt the joy you have

You are strong, you have endured, and you have strived

You never needed anyone to give you help, because inside you are a warrior

You are as shy as the fox in the forest, timid in your appearance, you sit in fields of daisies

But you are strong in your ways, you are stone, you are a rock

You are careless in your actions, you are as free as the wind that blows against the tops of these pines

But you are strong, you have endured the judgement of others from your mistakes, you have proven you are marble, and that you shape your own life

You are unsure, you are confused, and that is okay, for you are still strong

You are young, you still hold to the warm joy of your youth, you still believe in innocence, and the morality of fairy tales

But you are strong, you are naive, but you have a heart of pure gold, warm and maginificent as the sun

You are fat, you’ve been ridiculed for your looks as young as you could walk, you have endured everything tooth and nail

But you are strong, you are the towering oak tree, you are the symbol of strength, you carry radiant beauty in your limbs

You are different, you do not fit the mold of this society, you have been scorned for going against what is deemed as morally right

But you are strong, you are the obelisk of resilenice, you spit blood and defy the lashes that people wish to give you, for you are strength

You are poor, you’ve had to work the fields as long as you can remember, and you’ve faced cruelty from it

But you are amazing, you are strong, you are a sunflower growing among wheat

You are such a sweet soul, that has been born into a world of vileness and cruelty

You are simply, amazing

I went to the woods to find me a new bed, to find another vessel to lay my flesh to slumber

I saw a field of orchids, and went to pluck them for my use, but they said they wished to remain there

I went to take a log from it’s resting place, it was rotted and old, but it wished to stay at its grave

I went to take sunflowers to make a colorful bed, but they wished to stay were the sun would rise highest

I went to a bushel of barbs, and they said they were alone and longing, they would be glad to make my bed

he awareness of a broken adolescence, when you know that it has slipped away into the sea

Oh how it becomes

When you look to the roads, and see they aged, cracks among the asphalt and despair in the colors

Oh how it becomes

Looking to your hands, to see how withered they became, to look at your face and see the sunken eyes

To sit in sadness among the lonely ghosts, to swallow of the sorrow of forced adulthood, to have blood seep from your smile

Oh how it becomes

To not deserve the despair of your broken childhood, to not have been the victim of the devils that befell you

It is a depression that truly never leaves, it is a anger that lines the grey of your skull

Oh how it becomes

But it gives a resolving strength, it gives the hide of the rhinos anger
It gives the resilience of rebellion, it gives the determination of future

Oh how it becomes

In the darkness it seemed you lived, how you live in the fog of the past
But you gain light to break it away, to walk with anger to futures of hope

Oh how it becomes

I wanted another night in the skyline of neon angles, listening to their buzzing and soft humming tunes, the scent of humanity permeating in the air

I wanted to become a coyote, to roam to desolate futures of shattered selves, and despaired youths

To sink my skin in the red clay earth, to grow my leaves to highest reaches of the cosmos, touching the stars with my withered green

To become the darkness of a forgotten structure, to observe the hollow masses that walk around, to become serene in the fire on horizons

I wanted to become songs of forgotten happiness, to take my leave to pools of sorrow, and seep away my mind to the tales of heroics

I wanted to take solemn steps in old Venice, to become the whispering finch among the waters, and sing away what life I used to know

To shed away God's black tears, and jump from the edges of your senses, to the oceans of sand that lay beneath

To run my body through fields of orchids, to feel the wonder of solidarity, to become the scent around in this earth

To scream from the tops of fallen titans, to lay my body to rest on their shoulders, and for a moment feel like one of them

To be Alpha & Omega, to be the riverbed that supports the waters of life, to understand the minds that lay in these rocks

I wanted

I know you see the world burning around, those sorrowful tears of despair in your eyes, streaming down like the waters of Peru

But I am going to grasp you close, I don’t know how much youth we have left, but I know I wish to spend it with you

I won’t whisper sweet nothings to you, I won’t partake in giving you roses, I won’t promise I’ll be around forever

I tell you in clear tone, that I wear my heart on my worn out sleeves, that I see you and I see why life isn’t always darkness

I’ll take you to the rivers I walked before, and tell you my memories, and how I wish to make new ones with you

I’ll tell you that I’ll die one day, and that I wish to make it count, so I’ll take my seconds being around you

You aren’t a waste among this earth, you are the lotus among the thorny vines, the magnolia against the pouring rain

You are the temple in wish I find sincereity, you are the docile lake were I look at the mirrored stars above

You are the roaming fox, among the foggy woods, encumbered by dread and sorrow

You are the realm were fantasy becomes real, were dreams take forms of plausible smiles

You are what makes the doubt become dust, you are the breath that blows it to the eternity around

You are the astral spectical of crystal amazement, you are the life inside the dreams of love
You are something amazing, something special, something extrodinary

Loneliness isn’t the loathing of sorrows or grief, it isn’t the echoes of your better memories

It’s not the inflicting harm of a drunken haze, or the black puff of a bent cigarette

Not the tears that befall the thinking past, nor the shattered glass of your broken nights

It’s the silence in the room, the buzzing emptiness that fills your mind, and seems to scream when nothing is sounding

It makes the soul more longing, and the tears more hollow

I want to see this garden flourish among these twisted days, to see the roses of white glow so sweetly in the moonlight

To look at the tulips glow when the sun rises among the pines, to see their radiant shades glow like the strains in the galaxies

To see the sunflowers rise to the highest gods, to grasp the stars and encumber them among their seeds

I wish to see this flourish, even with the flames coming close

Oh dear one, how the world has shown its fangs to you

How it has dripped venom on the satin of your joy, how it has eroded away the sunshine of your pride

It has done its best to strike you down, to eat away at the color inside your soul

But you are radiant, like the light of the winter waters, you hold the warmth of a southern spring in your smile

Take the sword that lays in your heart, and draw it with grace and pride

For you are fighter that stands to the darkness around

You are the eighth wonder of the world, you are the reason for many’s happiness

You are dear soul, you are a wonderous soul

You are you

Here is the world, under a bleeding moon, silver as the demons songs of the bamboo groves

It sings and dances the eons away, blissfully ignorant to the horrors that happen around

It has the mind of a child, it sees the world with the sun as a beacon of hope, but it only becons chaos

Here is the world, as a yawning dog in the eves of summer, awareness thin to the quagmire spinning eternally

Stuck in the membrane of the hollow limbs, inside this dead giant do I stay dormant

It was once a symbol of great honor, standing tall to the ideals of more pure angels

But now it lays in waste, the dead giant that now slumbers in the sin of it’s ignorant awareness

It sleeps in regret, and now only dreams in sorrow and what could have been

I’ll wait till the cigarette burns against tongue, then will I discard the incendiary creature

As it hums along with the silence of a silent street, soaked with rain, baptized by the gods of senselessness

Thrown among this hurricane, called the modern age, it bleeds like a sacrifice upon the alter

The denizens that seep from the shadows, strum along to a blackened howl, the mind numb in anguish

For this 21st century becomes more a fable, and less a legend

My sorrows match the colors of these streets, light melted across this rain soaked asphalt, looking for shape and purpose

The emotion that pains the skull, seems too illustrious for the somber end, only in loneliness does it play it’s trumpet

For our 21st century, is a burning alter of our pasts sins, and the gods no longer head our prayers

To be a cog on a machine breaking down, it makes the limbs weak with grief, and the stomach sick with dread

With the hesitant faith growing more fearful, the whispers of the midnight fox seem to carry, among the winds that feel dense and confused

It won’t be long this trial of stone

How it will play it’s culling song, whilst the world burns in asunder

As I take another creature, and strike it to the orange titan that wishes for flame

I’ll sit the night in my ideological sorrows, with anxiety and dread, conversing with philosophical doubt, married to low self esteem

I know the broken glass blew across my aching skull, it was a whirlwind of mayhem and sorrow

As the seeping wounds of my former pasts, came to infection among this crystal skins

The withered limbs began to howl with a sickening moan, as there rotted flesh began to form my mnds eye

As the saw toothed beast ate its way into my bones, I watched above as the stars danced in wonder

With screams of horror across my ears, as burrowing little creatures seeped into my blood

I looked at a silver heron, taking flight with such beautiful grace

The roses spoke to me, as the rain poured down

They said don’t be sad, for the sun will surely rise

They blanketed me in their petals, and I became as colorful as the sky

’ll wait till the cigarette burns against tongue, then will I discard the incendiary creature

As it hums along with the silence of a silent street, soaked with rain, baptized by the gods of senselessness

Thrown among this hurricane, called the modern age, it bleeds like a sacrifice upon the alter

The denizens that seep from the shadows, strum along to a blackened howl, the mind numb in anguish

For this 21st century becomes more a fable, and less a legend

My sorrows match the colors of these streets, light melted across this rain soaked asphalt, looking for shape and purpose

The emotion that pains the skull, seems too illustrious for the somber end, only in loneliness does it play it’s trumpet

For our 21st century, is a burning alter of our pasts sins, and the gods no longer head our prayers

To be a cog on a machine breaking down, it makes the limbs weak with grief, and the stomach sick with dread

With the hesitant faith growing more fearful, the whispers of the midnight fox seem to carry, among the winds that feel dense and confused

It won’t be long this trial of stone

How it will play it’s culling song, whilst the world burns in asunder

As I take another creature, and strike it to the orange titan that wishes for flame

I’ll sit the night in my ideological sorrows, with anxiety and dread, conversing with philosophical doubt, married to low self esteem

All the while it seems to carry on, the wind blows regardless the moments that transpire

The world spins madly on, and the tides still remain on their destined patterns

I stand in idle somber confusion, as the winged dreams of my youthful former, soar to the heavens I don’t believe in

All the while everything moves to a motion, it all follows a pattern, I merely stand in confusion and wonder in sorrow

How cruelty and ignorance, permeates through the threads of humanity

The wicked and vile are more apparent than they seem, we just chose to say they aren’t there

This is the way of our modern age, to look at the abyss, and to live in the protected bliss

Then to acknowlegde the dark truth

We ate these midnight hearts, hoping that we could stop the sun from rising

So that we may stay in the night forever, we wanted this evening to be a century, a universe that expands infinitely

But our denial was ever present, just like the moonlight on the rain soaked asphalt

Our night was not infinite, it was just a moment, a moment that would be like any other moment

In a blink we had smiles, the next one we were watching the rain, the next one we saw the sun peering over the pines

I know melancholy isn’t always nice, but it was better than sadness for us

The heart of all this confusion, resides among those summer graves, were I buried the bodies of my former selves


Etched in the rotted wood, resembels the signs that I used to know, graves made in the presence of a fox den


Reminders of the shackles that can arise, to step into the waters and swim to better lands


For it becomes a disease, a curse, a ******* sorrow


To progress into the darkness, and not get swalloed by the past abyss


But to find the tunnles, that lead to those fields you dreamed in solidarity


To smell the nature of peace, and eat the fruits of joy


To live

The soft piano keys of an innocence that was once known, were the creative and bright mind had grown

A few feet were added to the body as the years went on, that brightness changed with the voice, the creativity almost gone

The bells of education rang for its last sermon, the body walked out with a joy and uncertainty, but the feeling at the moment was determined

But when the waves of reality came to the shore, you realized you were sold a lie, with tears in the eyes, your joy was no more

The piano played to the background of a heavy rain, the mind flashed to that innocent era, but tears came back realizing it would never be the same

In the grey fog that surrounds the space, ominous sounds buzz and hum, sending the spine in a frenzy

But I see color, bright and ravishing, dripping from the petals of an orchid

You are an orchid in the fog, showing colors of amazement, giving my world so many spectrums of wonderment

The society does not want you to be yourself, they don’t want you to conform to their standards, they either want you to cease existence, or accept death in any form

The wolves do not wish to speak of peace and tolerance with the sheep, all they desire is their self satisfaction of gluttony and greed, to eat and **** what they deem is right.

You are not a person to the privliged ignorant, you are a blight, a cancer, you are what’s wrong with this country

While they set fire to everything around them, not because of reason, because they can

You are memories, so eternal and immortal

Your death was a great sorrow, but you live on in love and virtue

You were more than a name, you will be more than a tombstone

You will be the stars in the sky, the grass on the earth, the clouds in the sky

The moon in the night, the fish among the rivers, the winds among the trees

The sunlight among the crystals, the echoes of cities, the singing of birds

You are gone from the mortal world, but you still live in the world of love

I live in a forest of fallen sunflowers, old and wise, they speak to me of the days gone by

When the sun sets among the wilderness blaze, they tell me night is befalling, and I must make my departure

They tell of decades ago, how they’ve watched as humans lived their lives, most rotten in nature

They spoke of the one that used to tend to them, how gracious and kind, how pure and warm

For the sunflowers spoke with melancholy, for they knew that their former caretaker was well gone

So for a moment they wept their tears of seeds, and sung soft melodies of their former caretaker

They spoke to me and warned of the evils of humanity, how they were too once the victim of the evil

They asked why humans destroyed what’s beautiful around them, why they wish to sabotage what keeps them breathing


But they spoke to me and said I was a rare human, one that had good intention, and a sensitive heart

As night began to fall, I left the forest of sunflowers, carrying their tearful seeds

To spread as I walked away, to maybe rejoice and create life once more

The forest I hope will remain tomorrow, that it stands the test of time

Time becomes a burning coal, it ignites all the willow memories you used to have

People become former shades of themselves, I guess this is the process of change

Time is the running river, down the mountain it travels, each moment racing by like the crystal water

It's easier to say you're fat and should be ashamed of your lifestyle, then to say I hate your happiness about yourself

Bitterness and hate don't use truth, for then they have to look at themselves for what they are.

don’t want to head outside, and become swept away from the storm that is raging

To be drowned in God’s black tears, to become another body laid to the graves of Babel

I wish to escape what is happening around, but the fates have set their sacrifices to my placement here

So I’ll sit from the shattered window sill and watch the storm, biblical in measure, chaotic in humanity

You’re quite the wretch, how you expel sarin and carbon monoxide from your pores

You hide behind an accent book, a holy text to justify your ignorant crusades

Do you think God looks at you with grace? You may accept Jesus, but the son of God doesn’t accept you

You sing Amazing Grace, to instill in yourself grace, but the truth is skin deep

When you condemn people to hell, do you think you’ll ascend to heaven?

What’s truly worse, a supposed life of sin? Or causing pain and sorrow for innocent people?

How mornings sing with hymnals and nursery rhymes

It sounds with a grace and damaged beauty

How your awakening feels ill tempered and quick

The sunken eyes with black and grey tapestry

How they look as graveyards in the spring

They gaze out to the world beyond walls, it’s something that wishes for eternal slumber

The history of a nation, bended towards the allure of a black dragonfly, a seeping beast that bubbles and brews along the sun baked earth

What a terrifying creature it is, the black devil that infects and corrupts the congregation around

It’s a flammable god, that has the minds of several masses, wishing to make their wells deeper with Midas Gold and African gems

It will burn a hole through the middle of the Earth, it will set itself on fire and aim to take everything organic around it to ashes

For it is a cycle that has begun long ago, instigated by the sins of fathers, and being conjured evermore by the spirits of the past

It will only aim to become a behemoth, that will crush and pillage those that go against it

Rigid moralities become devoted members when they see the banks of The Black Sea, the hearts of men become minds of virus

It will never cease to stop, for the creature can not die, we can not stop what we created.

There’s no absolutes in this world, people have inherent good and bad, it’s something that is somehow in the threads of our humanity

We all commit wrong acts, sins, pains, whatever you wish to call it

It’s what you choose that makes your definition, and it seems our modern era has chosen bad

I am in a fog, there is a fog over this world

I walk in this fog, seeing if my steps will take me to the shore, to see the ocean

I can’t see clearly, but I can see

And sometimes that’s all that can be given

But I see the flowers on the ground, the faded colors of beauty

I know there is beauty in this world, even if the chosen course has been greed, ignorance, and evil

One day the sun will rise again, and it will be a different kind of sun

Not one of apathy, but one of hope

One of future, bright and clear

I sat down in these fields of vanilla orchids, waiting for the sun to set, turning them to a shade of yellow

Among the shadows of their leaves, I saw your face along the congregations

I saw the radiant beauty of your smile in the colors, the exuberant joy in the dancing of the wind

Your presence was among the serenity, a guardian joy grasping my hand, as I reached to touch the clouds with my fingertips

Your canvas was among the docility of these orchids, how gorgeous and wonderful you are truly

A magnificent creature painted among these fields of vanilla, how sweet and illumnating you are in my soul

When I laid my head to the evening earth, you warmth lay as a blanket around me

I held in reaction, knowing you are love in my bones, and joy in my eyes

Stuck in the wilderness, among the sanctums of green and indigo grandeur

Romulus and Remus are writing along their wills, shaking hands with the forest spirits as they pass by on the thorn covered roads

Crowns of silver being woven by the wrens in the willows, transmuting their echoes to blistered esteems

Among these wrecked ships, that naval graveyard whispering ink patches to sandpaper cathedrals

These things set in, among green woods with creatures looking on, as the sun sets upon the world

Take things calmly
Recite your mind
To your tuning fork
Don’t fret on grey skies

Take the sun in comfort
Look among the feathers
And the leaves
For you can overcome

Hope is fleeting
But it still remains
Present in your notches
And in your grasp

Position this anguish to the course of broken seas, it’ll begin a anew another tribulation of heartbreak

For this energy never dies away, it merely finds another host, another soul to begins its parasitic phase

Take this energy and lay it to rest, deal with the demon and move on from it, for it will never go away unless it is dealt with

We met in flashing lights, in a serenity that seemed like fate

We formed in the presence of melody, locking minds to each other

We set our gazes to one another, looking at the whites, never looking grey

We turned to the present, to enjoy the moment of wonderment

We saw the human condition, laid out in vulnerability and flaws

We took it with grace, for we saw it for it’s honest skin

We saw fate in the atmosphere, but with a joker in the sleeves

You told me once, of my inherent ugliness
That I was a "fat"
That I was "prideful"
That I was "vain"
That I was "headstrong"
That I was "flawed"
That I was "unloveable"
You aimed to crush me, for your own pleasure and gain
But I knew better, for I realized
What you were really saying, you hate my joy, and I loathe you have it
For I am ugly on my insides, and wish you unrest
I took your words, and threw them to a fire
And walked along my path
With my "fat"
"pride"
"vainity"
"confidence"
"flaws"
With joy on my cheeks, and grace, in my heart

I tried to drink them away, but whiskey only made them stronger
I tried to sleep them away, but my sores I could not take in bed
They whisper to me in my darkest of dreams
Come
Join
We
Are
You
We have
Always
Been
You
I scream at my walls, my sweat as cold as the tips of my fingers
But then you grasp my hand, and make my fingertips feel warmer
You wipe away the Artic from my brow, and hold me close in your warmth
You say that it is only a dream, but you know it is hard for me
So you merely hold me close, and say that sorrow is a true and cruel thing
But that I am not a being of sorrow, I am a being of love
And that I will always have your love, to mend the sorrows in my soul
You take my hand, and lace it with yours
And say, this is love, and I will be it for you

There is no grace with these decayed churches, only hate and ignorance in these pews

You wail of love and understanding, oh how wretched you can truly be

You'll burn the ground you stand on, and burn your own flesh, just so your ignorance is protected

The faith you hold is a very ****** thing, it's poison to the innocent that you say you love

The few who do not wish to partake these actions, who say it is not all of their congregation

It does not change the ignorance, if it bothers your soul as so, you are the few who must have the want to change it

Being apologists does not excuse you, you stand idly by while the other wolves cause suicide and self hatred

Oh how the church is a joyful thing, joy for their own greed and hatred, believing they will get to heaven

How very strange, and yet sad

Unaware of the blood that runs through the cracks, among the withered corpses that lay beneath them

Denial is a foul drug, it is not mended by intervention, it isn’t removed by honesty

It is expediated by horror, it is exorcised by the blood drenched enlighenment

For honesty doesn’t cure it anymore, denial has evolved beyond the scope of reason

It has grown legs, it speaks as it pleases, it preaches as it pleases

It gains power and leads the ill informed to become its pawns

It is a mighty sick creature, a disgusting ooze that seeps into the minds of the unlucky

Denial is a fungal disease, it spreads its spores to all human life

It is chaos, and seeks to destroy

This is the way of denial

And ****** to those that help denial, for they become the sickness as well

Sorrow is a drug we humans must take everyday

For reasons of God

For reasons of Satan

For reasons of Nature

For reasons of the Universe

For whatever the reason of its existence, it permeates through the threads of humanity

It is a depressing factor of this thing called human condition, it seems to be the way of this world

But let us not add guilt, pity, or doubt to this ritual, for it makes sorrow that much stronger

We must take sorrow as it comes, with anger and confusion

But do not add to your sorrow, drink of the waters of joy, kindness, and understanding

For humanity can be a dark and cruel thing

I am human, my faults are clear, and they are visible

I to wonder of the darkness that lurks in humanity, if humanity is truly good

But I know that we have a choice, and we can chose to try and bring the light out of humanity

For I have seen love, I have seen kindness, and I have seen understanding

And I know it exists in abundance, under the sun, and under the moon

Take your lovers in your arms, kiss your children with joy and content, marry your kindness to someone in need, rejoice your personality and help others rejoice theirs

For the world is a dark and cruel place, we must try to do what we can for one another, less we become the darkness that exists in the world

We are not demons, we are not monsters, we are merely human, let use chose human in our daily loves, let us chose the good

Sorrow may exist in our humanity, but love, joy, and kindness also exists

Take sorrow, but chose love