Poezja

We are born into this world not by choice but by chance
We are but wondering souls trying to make our way
We are lost in our selves
In and eternity of self hate trying to become more perfect
We are but superficial
We are but a fake body of nothingness
Made from the most look down and dirty element soil
We were created from the dirt
We are but in no way perfect
So we strive to become perfect by all surreal means
And work towards the impossible
Because no matter what we do
Or how perfectly we act
The fact remains that we could never become to gods that we warship
And in a world of sin and hate
It is also very vivid and true
That no one truly understands anyone
Unless they themselves have experience the same situation
And still try to look down upon someone else
And we strive and fight
For all worldly treasures
In order to gain status in a world
That was lent to us by the gods of the heaven
And can not be taken to the graves
But we don’t release that until we are but dying
And come to the conclusion that we wasted our lives
And that it should have been spent in a way that we could have died
happily
So we spend and spend and try to fix our health
But it is apparent that money can’t buy our way into heaven
So we try to make amends for the things we’ve done
And try to utilize our last hours
Until the true Gods come to take what has Great value even to then
The precious gift that had been bestowed upon us our soul, our life
And when that day comes
We stand in between two gates
As we are judged
And pray and ask for a next chance to live life how it was meant to be
lived
And we are sent down the road which lends to death and despair
We cry because our status in the life that we lived doesn’t have any
say in the supernatural event of divine intervention of the most powerful beings
That ever walked on earth
And as we burn and our sin and hate powers our demise
We could only wonder want could have been
But the story that have been written about us
Reflex our hunger for power and wealth
We realized that our souls was lost since the day we dream to become
wealthy bewared belief
Because as it was written it is shown
“That the love of money is the root of all evil”
And we realized although we were perceived as beginning great
Our lies and hate and hunger for money wrote something different
Our souls was lost
And so we would stay in and eternity of punishment
And utter demise of a gift that was so precious that it hurts the gods
more than you to see it was so utterly wasted