I
One a day like any other,
Whence the sun shines and the cold winds blow,
T'was the end of days, for one whose name I'll never know
Dwelling within his breast was a mountain of sorrow,
A pain he refused to carry into the morrow.
Yet should it be a surprise to any man,
That he was felled by his own hand?
For such is life, in which all our time is borrowed.
In devoted Bejahung, did he breathe his final breath,
Like a long awaited Messiah,
Loving not his life, even unto death
Perhaps it was the law of the course;
From his mother's womb, whence he was begotten,
The protruding nail was hammered down
By the crushing blow of fate, and forgotten
He gazed upon our world with the eye of the mind,
And saw through the veil of lies, so empty and hollow,
Yet he uncovered the truth with the passage of time,
A black pill that so many have dared not swallow
And still persist to deny
II
For as long as the stars shine, and rain falls from the nimbus
None have walked the skies above us;
Neither the highest of heavens or snowy Olympus
And yet man, from bygone times, still gazes to the stars,
Searching for one he believes heaven-sent
Clothed in glory and blazing divinity,
Yet man is trapped in tar, quicksand, and infinity
And to save his soul there came no revenant.
Yet while those still persist in a cure for nature's perceived errors
One man dares strip himself naked, right down to the bone
Fully prepared to embrace the great cosmic terror;
And upon that great rock, he stands forever alone:
The Earth is merely a droplet; the universe a great sea!
Soon to be torn apart, by forces without dismembered.
For when that time comes, what was it all for,
And by whom in the cosmos we will be remembered?
We are thrown to this world, with no consent or covering,
Told to make good of a game we did not choose to play,
For life itself is the cause of our suffering.
Yet we subject it to the innocent unborn anyway.
But I shall break the cycle, for death do I covet,
Remove myself, shall I, from the source of my sorrow
Of not being picked by natural selection to obtain a beloved;
For me, there shall never be another tomorrow
And who among man, has the courage to follow?
When he has said these words, he will disgorge himself,
Enveloped in the Inevitability, the way of all flesh
In devoted Bejahung, did he breathe his final breath,
Like a long awaited Messiah,
Loving not his life, even unto death
- For @Mickeyonacid
One a day like any other,
Whence the sun shines and the cold winds blow,
T'was the end of days, for one whose name I'll never know
Dwelling within his breast was a mountain of sorrow,
A pain he refused to carry into the morrow.
Yet should it be a surprise to any man,
That he was felled by his own hand?
For such is life, in which all our time is borrowed.
In devoted Bejahung, did he breathe his final breath,
Like a long awaited Messiah,
Loving not his life, even unto death
Perhaps it was the law of the course;
From his mother's womb, whence he was begotten,
The protruding nail was hammered down
By the crushing blow of fate, and forgotten
He gazed upon our world with the eye of the mind,
And saw through the veil of lies, so empty and hollow,
Yet he uncovered the truth with the passage of time,
A black pill that so many have dared not swallow
And still persist to deny
II
For as long as the stars shine, and rain falls from the nimbus
None have walked the skies above us;
Neither the highest of heavens or snowy Olympus
And yet man, from bygone times, still gazes to the stars,
Searching for one he believes heaven-sent
Clothed in glory and blazing divinity,
Yet man is trapped in tar, quicksand, and infinity
And to save his soul there came no revenant.
Yet while those still persist in a cure for nature's perceived errors
One man dares strip himself naked, right down to the bone
Fully prepared to embrace the great cosmic terror;
And upon that great rock, he stands forever alone:
The Earth is merely a droplet; the universe a great sea!
Soon to be torn apart, by forces without dismembered.
For when that time comes, what was it all for,
And by whom in the cosmos we will be remembered?
We are thrown to this world, with no consent or covering,
Told to make good of a game we did not choose to play,
For life itself is the cause of our suffering.
Yet we subject it to the innocent unborn anyway.
But I shall break the cycle, for death do I covet,
Remove myself, shall I, from the source of my sorrow
Of not being picked by natural selection to obtain a beloved;
For me, there shall never be another tomorrow
And who among man, has the courage to follow?
When he has said these words, he will disgorge himself,
Enveloped in the Inevitability, the way of all flesh
In devoted Bejahung, did he breathe his final breath,
Like a long awaited Messiah,
Loving not his life, even unto death
- For @Mickeyonacid
