The Creation of Man
The story seems clear,
First we were given sight and an ability to hear,
But the story of man started when we crawled,
Before we taught each other to walk,
During our descent and fall,
Angels had existed appearing in the form of gods,
Degenerating as time passed sharing their wisdom,
Keeping us at odds,
There was a man that bottled it all inside,
That's the first man that stood amongst us as he cried,
The first tool was invented during that single pass,
Even though alien races had given clues to that path,
At first it was a club made of bone after meals,
A handy stick to whack with the first real death he deals,
This was the birth of lucifer and the generation of heart,
That what led me to be someone so soulful even though,
That's just part,
Even though this story doesn't go in detail,
Relax because some of us aren't repeats to this evil,
They gave my heart the name of Damien ill tell you why,
Because when I found what I fight for its just women or I die,
I become a version of death inside dark,
It just increases my power as a soul and God of the ark,
But the mirror gave birth to our recollection and sight,
First recorded memories happened when we reflected just right.
Copyright © Matt Gee | Year Posted 2022
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