Member Poem

The Probability

What if and I really mean what if,
Everything you are is just a blanket made of false bliss

The truth is something  much more benevolent 
Earth is just as test to see who can remain heavenly 

Sounds weird but the theory's not new
It's been said before but few think that it's the truth 

What I'm talking about today is sure the same thing 
But I'll take this time to expand on the phrase 

What if and I really mean what if,
God sent his angels to born in a new skin 

He gave us free will and allowed us to journey 
As he watched us, waiting to see who we would be 

He gave us human skin laced with human desire 
And then placed us around temptation to test our inner power 

When you're born your soul is implanted in a being 
Who's skin you become accustomed and your memory fleeting 

You don't remember God or his voice 
All you know Is that you have to make a choice 

He gives you parents and they were born like you
Angels in disguise and lost and torn like you 

Basic instructions before leaving earth 
Was bestowed upon man who forgot it's true worth 

The flesh of man is wrought with sin 
But the book was our clue to be cleansed again 

But each angel is built with a small piece of it 
And when they became man they relied on that one bit 

They abused it and fought because of the little they knew 
And shaped the world while it was still new 

Based on limited knowledge
We degrade and enslave the forgotten 

Forgetting that we were all made equal 
We kill in his name professing as his people 

What if and I really mean what if 
God sent his people to be born in a new skin 

But we forgot who we were as a part of his plan
As he awaits the choices made be each man 

Well distracted we 
Fail subconsciously 
Never quite aware of how beautiful we used to be 

The problem with humanity 
The struggle that we all perceive 
We limit ourselves and falsely, believe...

...we are alone