A very long time ago, a man filled
with pride betray his people with words of redemption. Words that where as
fragile as his heart.
Some thoath he was a hero. Others
laugh, criticizing him and throwing him stones as he walked by. He knew he
had failed. And there was a price for all of those things said.
The judge asked him:
Who do you thing you are? A king?.
Because if it is that what you think you are, then you betray my king and
you deserve this sentence.
There was a silence.
Total regret was what that man
felt that day and who's tears for our sins fall like rain.
What he asks this time around
is a chance 2 be heard. A time 2 be faithful 2 truth.
Only then, kindness will rise
once again to the world like a raimbow after the rain, . . .
after the pain
. . .
Being alone has been like a
Machines have become like a fun
shelter to him through the pain of lonlyness. There alone, working day and
night, learning about everything, hopping that the truth will come soon 2
illuminate the world, at last, and with it, all of the joy and happyness of
that 1 Love that has been denied 4 so long and that it should always be meant