CYCLE : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS
In the universe is the cradle somewhere
Of diamond’s children the cradle
Eternally created by God
There are caressed an taught
Until they shine with flame
Of divine wisdom and strenght
A flame enclosed in diamonds
When coming right time
By smart hand of Fate
God sows these diamonds a far
On some nice planets in space
They are born there, grow up
They deed and silhouettes bright
Very amaze, very delight
Incomprehensible sometime
So are them strong against
Resistance to existing state
And forces of Evil fatal
Evil throw at them the mund
Of malice and slander
Immerse them in the swamps
Of despair and doubts
Obliterate, obscure their bright
Deny their existence and fight
So help when you meet them in way
Even when you see them from distance
When one’s fighting or escape from traps
Help this diamonds man, colaborate
Or don’t disturb him certainly at least
Sometimes more if you can do
Be happy with him building Good
Powerful happiness that one day
Also lead you to divine cradle
You will become od them one
(May 3, 2025 )
