i must admit that i have been reincarnated three times.
in my first life i was a tyrant
with a mean streak
and a passion for blood
chaos reigned, darkness came
my sword was my right hand
while an ax was the other
i wore no armor
because what is living
if there is no fear of dying
what is the point of being dominated
without feeling vulnerable.
after the arrows & bloodlust
i was subdued by loneliness
vanquishing all my enemies
outlasting all my friends.
in my other life i was a monk
constant in appreciation
sought after realization
remorseful for the devastated souls
that seek for me
to change their soles
so that they may walk clean into heaven
as if their pristine feet deserve to be washed
yet they never listen, they never proceed
calloused feet, warts, & burns
are required for heaven
miles upon miles are written in the crevices
of cracked skin within the sole’s padding
these patients require direction
but who am i to tell them the way
to their divination
when we all walk amongst gods
& never thieves
lastly i used to be lucifer..
