I am

November 13, 2022

I am the mystery you don’t know and the reason you live.

I wonder if my beauty will be adored and saved from destruction.

I hear the horrible sound of metal machines cutting my wings.

I see their ambition, their horrendous ambition that provokes soul corruption.

I am the mystery you don’t know and the reason you live.

I pretend that my sons and daughters will one glorious day change.

I feel their terror, their massive terror that is a truth about to be revealed.

I touch my blood, my precious blood spilled by their hands of silver.

I worry about the ignorance, the obscure ignorance my children live in.

I am the mystery you don’t know and the reason you live.

I understand my light is not resplendent enough to illuminate their lost minds.

I say I was created to be the divine home of the once pure race.

I dream of the day, the magnificent day I can be with my adored children.

I hope my tears keep wetting the poor and my fruits feeding the needy.

I am the mystery you don’t know and the reason you live.

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