Personified hope
bleeds a new type of blood
that changes everything.
Day whispers the beauty of solar warmth
to its successor,
and night learns the depths of starry wisdom from its predecessor, each reminding this self-conscious sphere of the glory of our creator. But every day we slightly mishear,
each distortion is magnified by years,
each childlike age chews at its own flesh in fear
each, confused by pain searches the skies for answers,
Because everything has its orbit.
Yet The Originator of it all stooped into this cell structure and was born with a guiding proclamation from the sky, he stepped inside matter and was tangible for evermore, he stretched out feeble infant-limbs with all the body's nerve endings to truly feel. The Originator grew in potent purifying grace; so putrid to a distorted universe that his life of self-less giving and shameless truth lead to gratuitous and agonising crucifixion. Th...