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I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between. I want the freedom to try everything
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February 11, 2008

The Prodigal Son

The skies open up
And drops come falling down
The earth and the heavens unite
To celebrate the birth of the prodigal child ...

As mighty as they come
He steps out of his mother's womb
Wishing to solve his purpose in life
Understanding the world his only vice ...

Creating an army so large
That the ground trembles with it's every move
Destroy everything he must
To take us back to the purity only he can describe ...

Torching the land
As countless innocents die
He fulfils his promise
And his pride ...

On the eve of the final battle
His feet take him to a town
Battered and bruised
Flowing blood all around ...

A small girl comes into the picture
Her sad smile catches his eyes
She is brought to him
And he demands to know
What does this puny girl wish to defy ...

Blue eyes open up
To show an ocean of sadness within
She talks as she cries
You've taken it all
Yet you're so poor
Oh great master of the world ...

Those eyes make him understand
How man changeth man
Taking responsibilty of the mistakes he's made
He gouges his eyes out
Because he doesnt want to see
Where he lost all that promise
In his pride ...

He roams the Earth
Wishing he was dead
But his sorrow is all that he owns
And no one takes plight
On this crying man
In the setting sky ...

1 comments:

rishabh said...

To take us back to the purity only he can describe ...
i love this line...as always there is a depth in your writing...its like the sinking ocean of love this world....ruined by greedy and selfish people....
the google approach to life...its simple...what say?