Whisper In It’s Waverings

if fate were all that led,

by what could one attain?

for virtue is a moral

just prestigious in name

goodness’s formed by power

‘cuz rebellion should be shamed

so that what had been may be for all eternity the same.

to change is to relinquish

and why would man who may choose that?

there’s power in a notion, to be known is to be backed

by power and devotion from inferiors that lack;

and what a way to win

when one which was would thus be that

to claim you paved a newness

but be forced to follow path.

to stray is to catch one yourself,

as such the cycles stay on track.

division fully rooted in a most united stance

so driven to receive that self awareness ends at that

bias once run rampant too untamed to tether back

i’ve only found one story that if true can truly counter that:

fully man too fully God that never follied thus not stacked

a heap of false malicions on his comrades or own back.

the only cross he bore was ours deserved and still somehow his path

because he moved when God said move and drank a cup that soothed the wrath

of His father also Him at every sin we’ve chose to cast,

because a care we choose to offer is a humblessness no chaff

could ever whisper in its waverings

´tween wishes and the fact

that they’re in needing of saving grace bought by a savior who was af-

-ter all for both his own and too the rest of those which have.

so to believe is to be reticent

and thereby have by lack of lack.

so satisfied in freedom that control is transferred as

result of close relation to the power by which all in all is backed.

that in his equal goodness would reach out and stretch a hand

never ceding, never bowing but respecting as friends can:

owing nothing, granting much because he loves and wants love back

and he’s content with his creation ‘cuz his plans were always that.

for one of us to think on things above is to pedestal oneself

as if by any measure we deserve to foster our own chance

to witness that which to us clearly yet is still unknown

ignoring past and present for a future in which somehow we can hope by feigning ignorance in name and deed

as if there’s no right path

but to act moral and move on with life as if existence backs

that there could be no higher purpose or Creator who we have

so that we never need deference or devotion to a path

by someone greater than ourselves because who could ever fathom that?

are we not perfect by our errors,

to be guilty is to have.

that thus existence is consistently aligned with perfect lack.

why ever would we want a fuller love, when to continue as we are allows us that

if fate is all that leads,

is one’s attaining proof itself they deserved that?

this song goes out to all those skeptical of hope

because of burden from addictions to idols they’ve made out of the vices they use to cope with

this song goes out to all those skeptical of any chance at hope

because of burden from addictions to the idols ‘at they’ve made of all their vices which they hate but still use to cope