An Act of Birth, Is An Act of Dying

Blackness moving slowly into light! becoming one existance The stars gather like flocks of birds. See the colors mix and mingle Creating the perfect shades of colors, the most beautiful blue and yellow. Funny how words could form such a savage thing. 2 These islands come apart Gods fingers pulling them into various directions By his very words they are released. Morning and nights wed, but they are never essembled as one. 3 Out of some experiment called love? To see us form into flesh and blood And obeying of water slowly, a piece of dirt appeared. Spreading as far as the eyes can see Its water circled the new dirt, and calm and sometimes sea's prevail! Birth of nations! 4 The beautiful green, red, yellow, orange and other shades of our humanity, vibrant fields I seek and found before the eyes of the almighty. New species arise, what perfection... 5 The heavens speak of many moods, and speaks to us to know the time, are signs and marks of seasons. Our days and years combined to reason. Two emotions. One to sleep and the other to wake, His return on earth cometh as lightening And will cease the same by partened clouds and running horseman, out of the clouds into earth. And then the ocean filled with the wild and tamed A whisper into their hearts and souls to multiply and above the sea which holds the sky, movements of graceful wings sour the clouds freely, and glide beneath a wise space Below a newly born star..... 6 Atlas! the earth has formed to paint these? and soon our hands which once held silence and our hearts held peace! this is good The earth is spinning, the oceans flowing, our blood passing the woman exist, our beast wondering, the friut so bright! This is good! Out of the garden. The murder of innosence Into our ever lasting taste for flesh, obsession and power Our need for greed and death! The birth of sin! 7 Atlas! the setting and rising, our beating hearts and pulse which slows its rythem by the generations Generations fade.. nearly rythemless life beats as the dying rose Entering winter. Rest.