Alone on my own, in a dark cave,
Bound by My Precious, a worshiper, a slave,
A shadow, a wight, a wraith to be,
Remembering the past, my life is a memory,
Thinking of times gone, when I was free,
In the depths of a town with no tree,
Living in misery, I forgot my name,
Awaiting a savior who never came,
No friends here, no reason to live
Lost in my ways, nothing to give,
But then one day, Bagginses came,
Stole My Precious, played a game,
Lied to us, we hates it,
Ran from us, we hates it,
Now My Precious is forever gone,
Alone I am, Alone on my own.
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I am just so sick and tired,
Of being always inspired,
By all these goals,
Filling these holes,
In my life and in my heart,
I just want to leave all behind to depart,
And to go to a new land,
A meadow land, not a shadow land,
But when will my adventure start,
Sitting here throwing the dart,
When it never lands in the middle,
Life is not a question but a riddle,
Whenever I am alone, my mind races,
It paces, it faces, it chases,
The answers, the dreams,
The agony, the screams,
My infinite thoughts in an infinite universe,
The universe? No, it’s a multiverse,
From the smallest atomic particle to galaxies it goes,
My wandering mind never slows,
Everything is in constant motion it shows,
Expanding towards something or someone, no one knows,
The questions of life, about life, the histories,
All these interesting, fascinating mysteries,
Every choice creates a world parallel and new,
Talked by many but understood by few,
I am a tiny speck of star dust in the grand scheme of things,
But my thoughts are infinite when my minds singing begins.
“It is time!”, a voice echoed across the seven skies. He had given them time, He had given them warnings. But His patience, regardless of its infinity, had run out. He could not ignore it anymore, nor take it any longer. They had hurt him enough, they had caused Him enough pain, enough sorrow. He had promised them mercy, it was His prime attribute, His best quality, His favorite act. But they had crossed all limits, they had destroyed enough lives, they had done enough damage. He gave them life, gave them a place, provided them resources, granted them wits and intelligence, blessed them with soup and conscious. They forgot about Him, they abused Him, they bad mounted Him, they ignored His laws, they disrespected Him. They killed each other in His name, they raped and murdered, burned all the forests and made them extinct. They harvested the power of atom and used it for destruction instead of solving energy problems. They ignored the yellow ball of energy He had placed near them. They let the poor starve, discriminated on race and religion and color, and took slaves. They grew power hungry and forgot who had the ultimate power. They mocked the ones who still stayed loyal to Him till the end. But hungry for world domination, they started the War, to eradicate all who still followed Him. They informed the invite multiverse He had placed them in, and stayed forever bound to the blue planet. And today, today they killed the last one, the last one who still remembered Him. He could not ignore it anymore. It is time to fulfill his promises. It is time to do what He knew He would have to do one day. He had hoped that by giving them free will and showing them the right way, they would follow the path, instead they let the Whisperer lead them astray. Now they will know His wrath. Now there was none amongst them who still believed in Him. He had seen the last one die.
The army had gathered on the lowest heaven, flocks of angels all armed in golden Armour, their white wings spread out, ready to march, ready to do His will. They could feel His wrath, they had known from the start the fate of humanity. And then Gabriel received the message and flew, others followed. It wasn’t long before they reached The Milky Way. They located the sun and flew towards it. The army of heaven had arrived.
The earth sky lit up, there was sun but then there was another sun, or something else then another, then another, million suns, or more, definitely move. The veil of blue was lifted as the sky cleft asunder. They thought them asteroids, meteors, comets. Then all of a sudden, the sky lit on fire, they panicked in charge and fear. They declared emergency, they made their defence, they called forth their forces and their weapons of mass destruction, their men of iron and atomic bots. But then a burst of gamma radiation emitted from the arriving host, and none of it worked. Fires started here and there, people flying I their suits and masks, trying to find a safe spot. And then a voice, a mighty voice, said, “I Am” and they knew. They finally realized what they had done, Whom they denied, He was here. The fires spread everywhere, the mountains start to blow up, the volcanoes erupted. They asked for mercy, they played, He didn’t listen, He ignored them. The mountains started to fly like clouds, raining lava over the earth, the angels slaughtering and killing, destroying everything in their path, men and women and Jin. And then He said, “Be”. All of a sudden, in the heart of earth, it’s core, a black hole emerged, eating it from inside, it swallowed the earth. The angels and He watched them disappear into nothingness. He sighed and returned to his Throne. He resurrected the believers and permitted them in seventh heaven and provided them with everything. They praised Him, they thanked Him, they made Him happy. But something was missing, He knew what he had to do, for He was forever a Creator.
Life is a mystery and I am curious, an observer. Looking around, up and down, every face tells a different story, a unique story, from their perspective. We are all unique, special in our own way. I think sometimes, trying to imagine life from others point of view. In this invite sea of multiverses, it may seem that one being is meaningless, it has no importance. I don’t agree with that approach, while I do believe in the infinity of multiverses, the ever expanding nature, I believe a conscious being is far more special then the amount of stars in the multiverses. A thinking mind, a creative mind is a gift.
Life is precious, each and every type of life. From the microscopic to macroscopic level. Often people only feel for what they can see, what they can observe. Vegans rant about the slaughter of animals, but what about plant life? Recent studies show that plants feel pain too. Or what about microscopic bacteria, are they not life?
Life is strange, how it came to be, no one is really sure. Was is created by an omnipotent God? Or it just came into existence on its on. What conditions are necessary to transform a non living thing into living? The mind can’t even comprehend the different trillions of different living species which inhabit this blue planet. Such variety, such variations, such diversity and yet 95% of all life that ever existed is extinct right now.
Life is a gift, ask the non living, or ones which seize to live. We call them dead. But they aren’t really gone, all the elements in their bodies are still there, their bodies transform, yes, they change, yes, but is it just a physiobiological change? Or do they lose something else too? Some people call it soul. The essence of being and awareness..
Life is unique, or is it? Is it common in the multiverses? Or are we the only lucky ones? Will someone ever come visit us from beyond our galaxy? Our universe? I am in the middle for that question. I hope it happens but I highly doubt it. But instead of waiting for extra terrestrial life, we should focus on making life on earth better, to erase hunger, to provide better life for human beings and animals and birds and fishes and mammals and all other types of life which bless our planet and make it special, the only known planet to have LIFE!