Split open it left me sore,
Should it have contained it could have poured.
Pandora’s box left open,
As I kept record with the might of pen.
The pain of the world revealed to me,
As agony came to be.
I stood tall like Saint John,
As he recorded in the book of Revelation (Bible) the toll.
Confusion of worlds apart,
Torn apart as if by sharp cut.
Good and evil playing tag-o-rope,
And all that was left was a mere hope.
“To be or Not to be” was never a question,
Decision made for us without consultation.
Leaving us with nothing but confusion,
But still at the end we must offer confession.