Fate

"What is this strange place we find ourselves in trapped in the open" Our souls are imprisoned in these temporary vessels, Some sent here for great things, Others lost gazing at the stars, One thing is for certain, We all have been given freedom to do whatever we like whenever we like however we like, However those who choose to embrace the inner desires of their hearts searching for the one who made them These are the people that establish great civilizations, and form covenants of moralistic notion Divine scripture and set bounds to an otherwise chaotic time, The ones who bend their knee to the one higher being that formed them from nothing, accepting that in the grand scheme of things This vessel like the matrix, a computer generated software that when its time is done, it will go back to the software, Similarly, this vessel will go back to the dirt from whence it came, The losers on the one the other hand gaze at the open spacious sky admiring the stars, but are too haughty or too lazy to go amongst them They turn society into chaos, corrupting grand things till it fits them, making societies fall, and unlike unwanted programming getting deleted The losers are destined to burned, completely forgotten, completely unnoticed.