Fading Flow

A single cell animated through organisms,

festering into many, the peak of innocence.

Conceived through flesh walls of prisms,

edifying life of white light for worldly dissonance.

 

From sin comes a new saint,

Within death's taint,

It's the remnants of a dead star,

that make who we are.

 

Ocean, stream to river

and then ocean again,

Just one spiritual sliver

to the time we live within.

 

Life sustained through an umbilical cord,

peace thrives on a sullied board.

Originality is pure in the unbiased idealistic,

With the mind to discern what is truly realistic.

 

Youth is a pure new light,

Untainted by ideals of right.

When a race who's wronged decides wrong,

they were all condemned all along.

 

Beauty, makes the beast

when a mistaken ideal

calls the wolves to feast

on superficial over what's real.

 

The memories of misery can breed sympathy,

or the ability to manipulate with empathy.

There's nothing like the philosophies of man,

to darken purities of instincts like no one else can.

 

Innocence becomes a tragedy as the same mistake repeats once more,

And the curtains close on a dying life who'd lost what they lived for.

 

From sin comes a new saint,

Within death's taint,

It's the remnants of a dead star,

that make who we are.

 

Ocean, stream to river

and then ocean again,

Just one spiritual sliver

to the time we live within.