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.
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