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I ask you the question
I will ascend to attempt to uncover issues of life,
I ascend,
is there in fact a heaven and hell?
Or merely a myth,
why the poor are obscured alive?
Rich enjoy unjustifiable time,
I ascend,
why do guiltless die?
Yet sinful souls deliberate about,
I ascend,
a plunge of red fluid plasters my facial flesh,
why is it in attendance warfare and odium on this world?
If fashioned by a structure of good,
I ascend,
plunge of red fluid plasters my facial flesh,
why does mother earth freezes?
Swathe sins with a peace ensign,
why does peace die away?
Exposing the ensign of sin,
I ascend,
a plunge or red fluid plasters my chest,
why is there chaos?
Why do dreadful effects happen to good people?
I ascend,
a plunge of red fluid plasters my knee,
why architect of life?
With your beard screening life and wise ness,
have you rebuff your hand to your sons,
why did you departed away from us in this lost world?
I discontinue my ascending
the wooden object that provides you with height in the world, to reach a high point your natural form can attain,
a plunge of red fluid plasters my feet,
my flesh strokes your dull hands,
disconnect your hand from the geometrical wooden form
that is your bed,
your head plunges to my chest,
disconnect your attached feet,
your body I obtain,
why? In you ear my question,
my creator, my father before my father,
why? Grim from your face,
collaboration or words,
my soul in silent stays,
in my ear I heard your utterly words,
my thoughts and mind freeze
as your words created a passage to the heart
you have created for me,
“ why did I gave my life,
to free your soul,
yet you still question what your race made this world become”
I descent
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