This place is very wide
The universe is only
one
But observing
conducts of people
Two different spirits
govern all
Night reigns, shadows
of
Obscurity control
Giant walls surround thousands of people
As caged, as birds,
hopeless and unsettled
Rather than searching
for the Way of Life
People embrace
without concern
The ticking bomb that
will send them to burn
One day at the end of
the rope
Something within
longs for the unseen
Birds of an Eagle
race fight to win
One spirit reigns
over the predestined to below
But The Spirit of
Light is sent like an hallow
Of angels upon the
Elected of Above
Who fight to fly from
chains of grave
A pathway is laid
before all
As people grow into adults
with moral
Two distinct ways
derive from the pathway
Watching so many
choose luxurious left
Very few follow the
narrow right
And a spirit of war
is on the sons of night
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