He
was more than the sons,
and grandsons, and great grand sons
of his time, Humanity’s time—
He
was among the bearded-breed, yes, but there was a difference
with him, a difference that his
predecessors did not have over him,
—that
being, he had not done any harm to anyone.
So
His link with human kind was hope, hope for a civilized
humanity; thus, his species would reap
the benefits he’d leave behind.
His
decedents, mostly all dead, those who had perpetuated the
earth before him, would lose their old
genetic link, to the new Accidents, to a purer link of course, to his, hence,
the error of long
ago was now mended, and put upon the
next, and those of the far past who could do evil and grovel in it, wallow in
their mortality, until
their end, would die out—; God had
waited long enough, lest he wait forever, And so, came the hour that the era of
darkness had ended.
And
accordingly, humanity became no longer sufficiently dead—acts now
mattered, thoughts appeared: “I know, I
know!” Man had to Reproach himself or what he done, or what he didn’t do he was
accountable.
No
longer free from his monstrous evil deeds—yet, instead of song
and hurrying, man turned his back on
whom he called “Creator”
(the
very one, who had planted the link…)
And
made no appeasement—they made no conciliation, asking for no pardon for what
they knew
now was sin—for this reason, the world-over became an
Impulsive, and pondering, place to live,
one that you would think, Never received the link, once upon a time, long ago.
#3471 (11-21-2012)
