A Poem I wrote to help cope with memories
Reborn.
||I was reborn,
Resurrection doesn’t do it justice
Reborn doesn’t either,
What happened to me wasn’t because I was granted Elysium,
It happened to a man who’s heart was already cursed||
||They say the Devil was the most Beautiful angel of all,
The Devil that struck fear into every devoted follower of the lord,
The Devil couldn’t reach The Man at first,
So he remade The Man into his Disciple,||
||The Devil had many different faces,
To The Man it was a dictator full of hate and corruption, something The Man condemned and fought,
To The Disciple nobody wore it, as The Disciple had no choice to grasp anything other than the labor forced upon him,
To The Reincarnation he wears a face weathered from age and soul simmering of poison, just as The Man saw the dictator,
The discipline wore the mask of the Devil to do his bidding without knowing the concept of faith,||
||The Man knew who he was
The Disciple had no concept of identity,
The Reincarnation struggles with identity,
Does that keep him tethered to what the Devil molded him to be,||
||How many times can a soul be reborn in a lifetime,
The Man, The Disciple, The Reincarnation,
All one being with different conscience,
Different outlook,||
Will I be Reborn again?
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I’m not a poet, but I wanted to share it.
-Bucky