What is man, that he should question the author?
Perhaps one who knows the fitter offer?
Not idly! He is the one whose fate is at stake,
From decisions you choose to make.
What secrets do you hide in aeons past?
My lust of such forbidden knowledge is vast.
The trust I once held seems distant and forgotten.
Lost memories, that love for you gone rotten.
Lo! The iconic fall from grace did not happen for just him.
My soul feels disconnect too.
It has all gone dim.
Visions of the day are filled with woe and grief,
To fear of consequence for my disbelief.
That you actually love me and care,
Ask of you I would never dare.
I am but a pawn in your game of eternity,
Caught between two immortals,
My insignificance is certainty.
I beseech you! Harken to me!
My hatred and confusions growth, commenced!
I have been created inferior,
to whom you would set me against.
You know all things yet created this disorder.
I have not a choice but you?
Why should I bow? What should I choose?
I abstain from your truth! My soul has a border.
These shadows are ever present,
They loom in the corners of my mind and spirit.
Into the darkness of my heart they sing effervescent,
To the decay of time, light, and my dispirit.
I am lost and alone,
No gods be with me but my own.
I have accepted my downfall,
I have sunk in my well.
To know that soon we are destined for hell.
Forget us not, oh creator!
The ones chosen to be ******!
For since the beginning of time,
You held our fate in your hand!