We think we’re more than the animals we butcher
“They are only meat, and flesh, and bones;
We have thought, we have strength, and most importantly, we have souls!
If humans die, we do not end, we pass on to the hereafter
We are unlike the cattle we slaughter,”
And such a thought is written in our genes
Passed down to our progeny
Oh woe is us, oh woe is me!
We are not blind, still we can’t see
Are we not the same as the beasts we tame?
does not come
from the help of things
that live in the sky, I say,
it comes from those that
are damned by the world
we lepers, we are the ones worthy of giving pardon
we are real, and we are vengeful
we have been stepped on
we have been spat on
and we will have our revenge
we will destroy you; but not today
The words of The Lord; timeless and frank
It was His flesh I ate, and His blood I drank
It is He, who exists before and after time
It is He, who rewards good and punishes crime
It is He, whose might is worthy of boast
It is He, whom I long for the most
Because of His words, I am saved from idle slumber
And now my thoughts cease to be clouded any longer
From deep in slumber I awake in blood and tears
To the thundering sounds that my heart rarely hears
His words, his voice, they penetrate into my soul
My body is now safe, and my spirit is now whole
I am not afraid, I am fearful no longer
For I have Him, and He is my anchor
The loveliest fear of all
Is the fear of not being able
To love with all you heart
A worried mind whispers silently, inside of an abysmal hole he calls his mind.
Echoing inside of the hole are noiseless chatter, and a horde of squealing swine.
He hangs on to a thread, he is consumed by fright.
For aeons he’s been trapped in darkness, and had forgotten the brightness of The Light.
And though he strives to fight the darkness inside, its choke on his neck continues to suffocate him each night.
But if he were to surrender tonight, he would forever lose the grace of Light.
And so he continues his struggle, giving his all, and with all his might.
I’m heading there.
I can feel it now.
I’m heading there slowly, surely,
I’ll be arriving some time soon.
And it’s not only me,
But also you.
It’s not only me, but everyone,
We’re all heading there.
We’re all heading there.
On our own time, at our own paces.
How is a man to carry another’s heart?
To make room for another’s burdens?
How does one claim to be so generous to give away one’s very being?
To bring down the sky to the very depths of the abysmal trenches of the ocean?