At birth we float in the depths,
Then from that forsaken place we leave…
Conceive the earth in owns eyes,
Then look at the maker as we first breathe…
From depths of water I hale as a frail child,
Grown now to be what these elders call wild…
Out of control but it doesn’t scare me, no,
Saw nails in a mans hands and feet to spilt blood below…
Un-religious but with belief and understanding,
Un-orthodox how some one’s life to be ended was so demanding…
Losing the depth of his water as he suffered,
No help, jus the sound of the words he mummerd…
But only what I saw, to create a story of un-glory,
Something my child from the depths will see before he…
But I only plea for time that I can see what I’ve first seen,
Creation from depths of water to really comprehend reality not dreams…
But I don’t wanna see end, back to depths but not of water,
Or maybe like the man I saw n’ herd of to see depths would be revivification to order…
meaning: LIFE, Birth The living

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KAUTIOUS

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