#humanborn
...And in the Grand Birthing Room
As your soul chooses its lane
They only speak of glory,
Not of the anger or pain.
They paint such lovely pictures
Of your songs that they will sing,
Not breathing a word of loss,
Or the hurt that Man will bring.
And that one choice is all yours:
How are you going to live life?
Unimportant, unwanted?
Holed up away from the strife?
Do you march with guns blazing?
Do you toe the cowards’ line?
Will you give it all of you?
Will you sit ,and cry, and whine?
Will you forget Destiny
As you rip your soul with Love?
Will you remember the Light
That sent you down from Above?
Do you beg for redemption?
Will you forge a brighter day?
Will you build heaven’s kingdom?
Do you bring a better way?
For, in the Grand Birthing Room
Each one of us has a plan
Granted by the Great Cosmos
To achieve all that we can.
Its completion lies in us
‘All are Architects of Fate’,
And in the Grand Birthing Room
We’re all the same measure of Great.
And then we arrived on Earth
With the curse of Human-Born.
We were alone and tribe-less
We felt disowned and forlorn.
And we screamed and wept with fear,
Solitarily confined.
It takes each of us some time
To truly learn and unwind.
Now Time has reached our doorstep
After we learned and unwound.
Us Human-Born learned fast how
To suffer without a sound.
Which begs me to ask, oh Man
Is not to suffer, the goal?
Then rip my heart open now,
Put a void into my soul.
For to suffer and to love
Where Human souls intertwine
Is the reason why I chose
This treacherous path of mine...
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC