Broken people collect pieces of broken souls shattered by the insistence injustice, but first weakened by falsehoods and rumors.
The stars in heaven paled alongside the light of Earth’s first people now doused by deluge upon deluge of rabid humanity scratched from a bottomless pit.
We were a happy people at peace with mother, and father watched as we became upright and signification in the land and in the world.
Unseen forces saw us before daybreak, the scheme was hatched and the execution was right and exact, we fell.
We were no longer stewards of Earth, but instead dogged bipedal animals waiting for a rescue that would never arrive. Our position stripped, our ways discarded by the threatened and the jealous.
Millennia may as well be the blink of an eye when dealing with the soul searching we are faced with. Do we recover? Where do we even start? When do we start? Can we start? And a better question is WHAT HAPPENED???
Our status lowered and our bodies slumped in disgrace.The lessors proved to be the quasi greater. The ancient takeover is now the rule and we are ruled.
Up be our only direction left. Shall we?