Those Born of duality
bite the forbidden fruit,
Have the consciousness of their mind split
separation from the divine.
At our greatest; still trapped,
Just Victims of mortality,
This world does not exist for us.
Simply brought to our knees by time.
Tick…tock…
tick…tock…
tick…tock
beasts born of blood
left only with a glimmer…
A chance to dabble in consciousness, a glance
rabble of this species’ brood
modern civilization
Blood of man
seeping through stone steps of temples and helmets.
Born
of Fear,
of darkness,
of light,
and all that we cannot escape the wrath of …
nor conquer.
Seeking The Grace of the divine,
in all of its righteousness; and
beauty order in an indifferent world.
Seeking rejecting the beast’s blood
within, sparks humanity
