Behind a mask of lies and torment,
lies a face, stiffened by falsehood,
awaiting a spark to ignite them all,
and burn them down, hell after hell.
Out of the carnage rises the soul again,
emboldened by the will to take fire,
to die and be born, time and time again,
death after death, and, life after life.
With a wish timeless, and hope eternal,
the next life sure to be made better,
than the vanity and lies of the last one,
to die for the sins, and be born again.
Amidst chaos is calm and composed, the soul.
so what of all the lies of the last life, and
so what of all the hopes of the next one?
When hopes win over lies, is the glory of rebirth!
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Rebirth of the soul