Life is finite.
A flash in the overall universe,
Yet it's a journey.
We despise it,
Yet we must face adversity.
In crossroads are we tested.
In crossroads are we forced to face our demons.
Pressure refines the soul,
Like a diamond after ages of earthly formation.
Our truest selves are revealed in dire straights.
Do you give to temptation?
Do you virtue kinship?
Do you value life?
In the end,
The self speaks the truth.
What of death?
Death isn't the end.
The body falls to ash,
But the soul continues.
Hear the calls of the heart,
Not the sirens that twist perception.
Hear the truth in the universe,
Yet not indulge the madness of empty words.
No.
Death isn't the end.
But a new beginning.
All we are tested with when bound,
Will be our strength in spirit.
Never let lies snuff the fire.
Fire kindled by desire.
For your own spirit shall live on beyond this temporary home.
This body we drive,
Much like the metal constructs.
Listen no more to the darkness.
Listen no more to the teachings sought in deception.
Listen to only the hearts purified by acceptance,
But not compromised by complacency.
In the end,
You know the path.
You have made your choices thus far.
Do not forget,
And feint ignorance.
That choice leaves you nothing.
