Quest-ions
A quest to find an answer
where an answer is your destination
Called out of the darkness, the children of God
drawing ever nearer to the light way over the horizon
Eyes accumulating information while illuminating universes
Every action leaves a fingerprint in history fueling the fires of the future
a flame that flickers feverishly for all awaiting the conclusion of the suffering
We are the ones who stole the fire from the flaming sword in the Garden of Eden
to chase away the darkness and hunt the beasts to be sacrificed and devoured
to shed light on the mysteries, to open what the Maker has concealed
to reveal the burning lies that ravaged paradise on this earth
A burning passion within, we mourn those burned alive
the innocent, humanity is just a war-torn family
I am the one caught in the middle
riddled with rain drops
the pain stops

. . .

Was it some kind of vengeance from other bites?
Was it laziness or fear to be something special?!
Not good enough to embrace your squares?
I hope at least it fuelled your ego’s edges.

. . .

Is this the beginning?
To be quite honest,
I cannot tell.

This is what it felt like,
twice before,
but not the third.

I guess I'll have to wait,
and see how I react
to new things

Who knows,
maybe this means
*The fortune tellers were correct.