There’s more to me than this,
Beyond this robotic form.
This, by nature, is deformed.
Over the clueless groping with shackled arms,
There lies something greater
Than everything that never was.
And there i sit in the center of it all.
The conclusion birthed my origin
And this determined before from the darkness, life came to being.
For though from the real the counterfeit did originate,
And its thwarted deceptions did cloak truth,
Forth from the potent obstacle, an event most miraculous;
Of the abyss of death came the license for living.
And yet the gravity of this to some remains dim,
Their ingratitude shuts its eyes to the sacrifice that was Him.
Thus He weeps, as do I.
For victors perishing at the defeatist’s whim
Because they choose to value the life without
Than that within.