In case you did not notice,
I changed.
In case you did not know,
I am different.
In case you did not see,
I am evolving.
In case you did not know,
I am learning
That the right way to live
Is never to fear dying.
And the only way to win,
Is to never stop trying.

I am the torn
And others I tore.
I am the scorned
And others I did scorn.
I am the *****
And I did ****.
I am the naked
Behind the cape.
I am the hated
And some I hate.
But I am loved
And by love I am saved
I was healed
And I helped some heal.
As I was loved,
I try to love
By some pulled down
While raised from above.
I am the sinner and the saint
The winner who always finishes late
The rejected and the accepted
The bewildered and the determined
The dying to live and the trying to breathe
The flesh on the outside, and the divine beneath.
I am the dirt
Shaped on the likeness of the Most high.
Breathed within an eternal soul
But as all men destined to die.
I am the touch of eternity
Cloaked in the sure mortality
Roaming the wilderness
Seeking a place to finally reside
Where with Love I can eternally confide
But till then, I will be whom I chose to be.
Whom I was meant to be.
The best I can ever be.
A human.

Not all small things are cute.
Not all silent people are mute.
Not all roses are there to please.
Some offer honey, and some eat the bees.
The venomous sometimes is the most pretty.
The weakling looking can turn to be gritty.
The purest spring can lead to deceptions.
Hell's road is paved with good intentions.
When eyes are widened with admiration,
The soul can slip down in temptation.
Put not your guard down, dear son.
Press on, until the final battle is won.

In and out
That is life
Once you are in you cannot there stay
You got to get out. It has always been this way.
No time to delay
No time to doubt
Life will only run out.
Once you are in, you got to get out.
In with a cry, we all start.
That you do not choose.
Out with glory if you win
Out with shame if you lose.
We choose the matter of leave.
Discharged with honor, or with regret to grieve.
No matter the manner we got to go out.
It has always been this way.
No time to delay,
No time to doubt.
Life will only run out.

The signs of the fathers
haunt your way.
They tell you beware
being like us
fallen to decay.

The sirens of the fathers
deafen your soul
urging you to care
about the realm true
they once befouled.

The sins of the fathers
the back of the sons they bend
who strive upwards and lower they go
as only Eternal Hand
can eternal brokenness mend.

When the sinner becomes the judge, it happens.
When the creature starts to create, it happens.
When the doomed undo his doom by plaguing others
And when the wounded his brother only wounds
It happens!
Another Adam falls.
Another Eve dies.
Another paradise is lost.
Why do not we just be what we were meant?
Why not regret the time and effort spent
while being our own gods?