Thunders broke forth from the clouds,
and beheld the unfair scales of life below
lo!,the wheel of time froze,with the poor still below!
Will they ascend,far above the average crowds?
and gain joy,that overwrites their storm?
without violence and power,a presently satified norm?
I've heard the voices of men that cried aloud,
hoping,that god,could form again a new heart,
and look upon their sorrows and feel, then fix the fault in his art!
Mankind was created originally to thrive,
clearly,god forgot something in creation of mankind,
there's nothing in them that reflects his nature and kind.
Now,Will Men under these conditions survive?
will god realise his eternally oppressive error?
will he unfreeze the frozen wheel of chance in this era?
Was there ever, even a mistake from the creator?
Hasn't mankind the awareness of his will?
Will God even interfere with man's desire and will?
What then is,of man's anguish,the precipitator?
has mankind chosen its path and mode of life?
or settled at the bottom of hopelessness and strife?
I'm only mortal, and assumes blindness upon my flesh!
I only thank whatever gods may be,
for this mortal life in me.
Although,mankind sees injustice even in every breath,
I'll seal my lips with coatings of gold to insure,
that under pressure and heat,my speech may be pure!
K