BE SILENT
we, a matter of dust and particles written in another page of God’s articles a mere fragment of clay so fragile and fray a creation susceptible to destruction straightly heady to correction heart so frail and dark on its flesh inscribed the beast and it’s mark we, the downfall of ourselves no patience, not even to the sound of our bells wild and cunny as a fox living as if it is a curse be silent and concede to words you need to heed we have derailed from his original plan creating fraternities and brutal clan in his image we were made we then chose madness then fade our freewill now comes back hunting a sober reflections and mourning covetousness wore us a garment ego realigned our alignment sorrow and pain came to stay pride won’t allow us to pray we, a matter of dust and particles written in another page of God’s articles a mere fragment of clay...
