Crysis

A young man tells a story A passionate one One of love One of hatred A man tore apart from greed A man tore apart from passion I can’t imagine how he feels Does he feel like me? He is like one of the lost men One of the unknown – Islam, Christianity, Judaism, different sects For one purpose To oversee The god is somewhere We search Yet he is close by I see him now He is large Black Is that satan? No it is god I’m sure Or so the story says Maybe the story doesn’t say What is that? I love you Never leave Gluttony A sin What shall I do? Build an empire I will rise and overcome For a new purpose For god alongside My heart I don’t see God He is somewhere But I remember in my head That I know he is not visible Humans cannot see God So, what shall I do? I try to see him I will continue my quest It is not against the law It is not against religion I love my God Please let me see him Windy blowing I see another shadow from the light A friend to my quest He says Read Read for purpose I cannot read I am blind I am illiterate I can read now I understand God’s language I am favoured But not close I try more. The ending draws near I must place a final end to my journey After all – all life ends So I say – the purpose of life is to be happy Pleased to survive I sit amongst this chair This chair of passion To say my feelings But I am not closer to God I feel it Something happens God appears