A weak seed planted itself within the enriching soil of its mother
Growth began yet death imprinted
Time halted or so it felt as she watched her belly form from womb to tomb
Ready to welcome smooth breathing and a piercing outcry
The God with a mask and rubber gloves scurried away with the mother’s precious star
The might of sun rose and fell upon the face of a thousand tears for several days
Then in final melancholic tunes from the once exalted God explained that though love was there it could not sustain
The cosmos spiraled and roared with ignorance of direction allowing another seed to be planted
The disenchanted hearts nourished and unconsciously imprinted perfection of which in their hearts a
mirror was erected towards death and rebirth
The new soul then flowed upward like a winding tree and soulitified with broken branches and scared bark
To be told through broken glass, broken bone, and whipped skin to have never been good enough,
smart enough, and straight enough to fulfill the missing welcome of his dead brother
Though however gloom he stood tall in the sun to everyone’s amazement yet the question was
continuously posed how?
After years of inner torment and outer self destruction the universe placed a hand upon him which
eased all suffering and opened his mind to a purpose in which no one could comprehend and so they
still pull and nudge towards him so they could find a satisfying response
A response in which shall never roll off his lips, a response that does not exist
Because he took his soul and cycled it through death and rebirth all on his own
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