LAST CYCLE © 2008
In Christ, the advisor who aligns with security,
Life is guided, as one who leads,
God did not cover the risk as expected,
And men, exempt, were left to pay the bill.
Deductible borne in pain or fiery passion,
Some with open souls, others with trembling faces,
Marked by the hands that love swayed,
Between desire and the blow that silenced the heart.
And so, the world deceives, in deep delusion,
A soul treaty that does not heal in the depths.
The cut is vast, time does not mend,
We must wait for the universe to understand.
That in the extent of excess, the end may come,
And new embryos will be born to create,
A self-intelligence that can annul evil,
An inherited poison that must be erased.
Gnawing invisibly, in the soul of the victor,
Who deems himself eternal in his own splendor,
But even the strongest, vibrating in innocence,
Is like a child who will awaken to discontent.