Just like
Just like To see a light gazing at the stars With solemn whispers of endless love, It’s just like nurturing a grieving heart, Which lays on God’s gruesome despair. To see time lingering on, caressing hurt And malice within continuous lies, It’s just like drowning in a pile of sand, Humbly rose by Satan’s spawns of Dawn. To see thy shadow near my emptiness, And let it break my founding spirit, It’s just like entering a grave of torment, Without hope or lasting olive branches. To see humanity’s malevolence, how shameful, And to become a passing tourist in a swamp, It’s just like watching priests turn ancient gods, In pitiful excuses of history, false advertise. the genesis of life