The Story Of Us
The Story Of Us
Not science but He created us all
He created the daffodils and the lilies and the petunias
He painted the world in all colours-
All colours including 'happy' and 'sorrow'
But not once did he create 'darkness'
For it was born from within us
Darkness was just twice as fast
To reach before the light
To remove all things pink, yellow, green or red
It liked only 'black' and that's just what it was.
It called itself 'the mother of all glory'
It engulfed us in an illusion
An illusion that still resides in us all
Yet we shudder from accepting it.
But we shudder not from spreading it
Spreading darkness like 'darkness' itself/
We betrayed Him
We are no longer worthy of being His creations
We are a 'black' blotch on His pride
However, we openly celebrate our 'destroyer'-
One who proclaims himself 'the mother of all glory'
Aren't we all more inhumane than humane?
Aren't we all robbers and goons?
Aren't we all criminals then?
Aren't we all worthy of hell?
Aren't we all nothing but darkness?