The relative darkness,
Gives way to a newfound light.
Relinquishing innocence for bliss
That will lead us to ultimate freedom.
Our souls to blessed, Godly salvation.
A great awakening.
A new dawn exuding hope,
This new future of our own hubris.
We create puppets, in our own image,
And "Limited Edition" redemption.
Bathed in glorious light,
We run around in circles.
Existence ruined, falling debris,
Seeking shelter under the very trees
We cut down to build "civilizations".
Free-range chickens, are we.
Boundless freedom, it appears,
Always on the condition that this
Gift of mercy that grants us wholesome life,
Must be lived in service to "The Nation".
Peering out, blinded
By the very light we sought,
We shield our eyes, praying for aegis.
A life lived in the pursuit of glory,
A fitting end without premonition.