Pain comes, Pain goes;
It flows continuously like soul's of slaves floating in the Atlantic Ocean,
slowly coasting from east to west like the sun,
spirits rise to the east, while flesh rest in the west
Life comes, Death goes;
Ancient folklore implies
that for every death a new soul is blessed with earthly breath,
if that's the truth then when my flesh no longer longs to breathe,
may the newborn that replaces me be smarter, stronger, and more disciplined then I;
Truth is Real, lies remain fake;
Even though folk invoke
that when they speak the truth is spoke,
but when heard by the herd it sounds absurd;
Pain is the struggle, Struggle is the Pain;
Open your eyes and feed your brain and one day the true truth will be explained,
Or
You can keep your eyes wide shut and
Burn with the flames!