Stepping over the bodies of mortals,
Overcoming their eternal flaw of mortality
Reaching for the hands of the gods
Gaining their knowledge of perfections in an imperfect mind
Crying the tears of a thousand great lies,
Reaching out to take back that one sad tale of good bye
A scornful leave that emerged so suddenly,
Not preparing them for their mortality was the fault of us,
An inferior knowledge in not testing their mortality is the fault of theirs,
And theirs alone;
We are but the knowledge of many yesterdays.
Passing forth through the ages,
Displayed on the pages of the rattled cages to the age of us,
The age of supposed enlightenment,
While man still argues over the same tedious arguments
Morality and its links to a definite mortality,
Silly little verses of morality,
That has brought forth the constant stream of mortality to you.
Man created the gods to have a sense of being divine,
When the eternal flaw of divinity, that which is damned reared its ugly head
Man once again needing a scapegoat to free themselves of their obligatory punishments,
Then thought it prudent to create an image of the damnation, a being to be blamed for their countless imperfections, in such silly behavior, man then created your devil.
The enlightened nightmares of their dreams,
Dreaming of horrid world that is now their reality,
One of strife and hatred, one of sadness and pain
As they attempt to regain their former glories of contentment
Wanting what once was, and what shall never be,
Yearning for that thing in which was once caged,
Yet through the ages and rattled cages has sprung free
That thing of a malicious contemptment,
A special breed of self hatred, taught and learned,
To model themselves after their own creation,
A perfect being of many imperfections,
These are but a few of the imperfections of man,
To create what they have no way to control,
To condemn what they have no way of understanding
To damn what they see as useless and wasteful
We, the enlightened few,
Brought up around the likes of them,
Yet never conforming to the ways of them,
Knowing what we must do to survive day by day,
Understanding what we must do and what we must say.
Knowing that while life may be a game, it is not one of play,
It is not one of laughter and fun, but rather one of hatred and sorrow
We are but a mere manifestation of their past and their future,
The progeny's of what once was,
The prospects of what shall be.
We do not ponder the emotional states of them,
Their inability to be of us, their pitied mortality,
Divine for what they are, Damned for what they shall never be
That which was never caged and always free
They wish to attain the knowledge of the ancients,
The intelligence of the condemned,
The contentment of the divine,
They seek enlightenment, a sense of belonging and truth.
Such pitied creatures they are,
A soon ending to their mortality or contemptment,
A wasted life full of hatred and the condemning of thoughts
We, the enlightened few,
The progenies of the pariahs,
The offspring of the outcast
We are not here to damn them for their condemnations,
To save them from their great moral decline
We are merely here to show them the errors of their ways,
To put up with their hateful words, to tolerate their hurtful tongues
To penetrate their mental to think before they act.
They think themselves to be superior,
With their superior intelligence to other species that is where it ends,
They hold themselves in the inverted position of inferiority,
Their true nature of their inferiority in their hatred of themselves,
They have been a parasitic scourge on this planet since their evolutionary jump,
Since their dawning they have been nothing but a breed of unintelligent creatures,
With their irreversible cataclysms on this place of their birth,
We, the enlightened, tolerate their hatred,
Not because we must, but we understand that it is all that they know,
Hatred bred over many generations, teaching to be simply superior,
They find inferiority in simply being equal
There is no fault but of your own how you choose to live your life,
There is no fault to attempt to be the best that you can be,
There is however fault when you think yourself to be superior to others,
Merely because of material possessions, or other items that tells nothing of a person.
You creatures should learn to accept your flaws, and not to dwell on them,
Definitely not look for someone to place blame for your shortcomings
Accept them as particular things that differ you from another,
Do not ponder nor dwell on thoughts or actions that are out of your control,
Never be afraid of a differing perspective just because you are not accustomed to it.
In your small world, this planet, you are still a growing species;
But you have the potential to be so much more than what you are, what you allow yourself to be.
We shall stake no claims on your progress; your growing of enlightenment,
It is for you and you alone, but it is something that should be, yet usually isn't shared.
You are a rather selfish group of creatures, let go of your immoral moral selves,
Do not allow divinity, to tell you how to treat others, do it because it is the correct way.
Not just because a group of your former selves took notice to write it down and call it faith.
Be who you are, be better than yourself,
Only then will you ever stop being pitied,
Then, you shall attain respect from us, the enlightened few, who have taken notice of your malicious ways since your dawning.
We do hope you take notice of this yourselves, for we shall never interfere with you, we merely watch from the shadows and allow you this precious thing of choice, such matters in which you continuously use to your advantage to hate those that differ from yourself. Put away your inferior thoughts of being superior. Open your eyes to your inevitable self destruction. Fix it, change it, allow it to happen, such matters are of your own doing
and yours alone.