A game for the mind
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I don't know if this counts for a poem
But I want you all to listen.
My only wish. My only passion. Truth and darkness. No comments are needed. Just something to think about
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God,
A higher being
A pure and just figure
Satan
A higher being
A Evil and unjust figure
What is the difference,
What moral do we have to chose.
What choice do we even have?
I am but a dreamer.
So why is it,
That even I am waking up
Why is it many are still asleep?
I have lived many lives
Blurred,
So why is it I can see the future
As clear as glass.
And why may I ask you,
Have we only woken up
At ends edge.
Only a few out of billions.
Who has cursed us?
Challenged us?
God or Satan?
Is it good for us or bad?
What do we make of this crisis.
Wake up.
Wake up, and raise your hands.
Raise your hands and hold the sky.
As our ancestors no longer need to hold the sky.
As we can finally take the burden.
And still we fly.