Many flames set asunder,
Each lighting the bark.
Many flames get its owns thunder,
Cracking the infinite dark.
It reshapes what is,
It annihilates what’s his.
God brought the light,
Men sought its might.
Each words carry meaning,
Each word burns the same.
Smoke riles thy beseeching tongue,
Sparking their ignorant flames.
They get crazy,
The crazy man.
It can said it talks,
But they never listen,
Stifling humanity’s walk.
They burn knowledge,
The very light they ate.
God punished not action,
But the poison apple, devils bait.
For now, no innocence sets entropy,
For stupidly of ignorant fools flame society,
Killing humanity’s last flame.
And now, darkness breaches realm,
As embers churn in rage, rage,
Against the dying of the light.
The last of humanity, the last blight.
Gods wrath, now late, seeks no sight.
I rest here,
Could hope reset my dead ember?
I know not of eternity.
But I know it can be.
I had inspirations of knowledge, and the ever fight against ignorance that put the very flame of power in our hands. I got inspiration to use part of Dylan Thomas’s poem, “Do not go gentle in that good night,” as the fight is ever present today, as it must so. “The Crazy Man” also fits here, too.
