Samsara
Samsara.
I had heard the word
once before
in a classroom
of the world before.
It was a class on religion,
all of which I lost,
when the first nuke
between us and the Chinese was fired.
And as I escaped
up the hill
I passed all these men
and women
and kids I had known
from my neighborhood
but only I was allowed in,
and so I thought to myself,
what God I could with myself reconcile,
I had my fair share of sins,
(to be fair, I had amassed quite a pile
of sins), which I hoped that some god could forgive.
And so as I went down, below the earth,
I was reminded of that singular word.
Some men in Asia thought it fine,
that men should come back to earth multiple times,
each time a different body in which to live,
the same soul, reborn,
and so, ravaged by fire within,
the world was killed,
but born again.
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The last three lines gives me visions of death, destruction... Both sound harsh yet they are the seeds to life.