Eight Out Of Infinity

GENESIS

With thoughts so deep ...
I fell into peaceful slumber
A question stuck in my head
What was He truly done?
The heavens and earth drawn first
Before the day and night

Seeds according to its kind
- Faith, it grows
Blooming with existence
Two great luminaries in one

The greatest monsters of living souls
From the dust to clandestine strokes
Every trace of God's image
Of scriptures - old truths in a prayer

Tree of knowledge
Root of faith, fruit of existence
Darkness in the form of serpent deceived Adam & Eve
His creation, the sin - origin of our eternity
"He felt regrets that He had made existence on Earth" - when I start waking

The memory is vague
Like a carousel spinning around
To live, have faith, and believe
By his words I was gladly crucified
Like a complete set of Crayola pastels

I take note into what was and what will be
Under the blue sky and white clouds
As I watch the sun rise over the horizon
Sans doubts, sans regrets
Existence of faith, Faith in existence
Today I am alive, I will live with it
Of question lingering still
What was He truly done?
In that dream I found the answer

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M I S T M I E N