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Why I Cry
Upon the beginning of my death, I Cry.
Cries of Infinite Wisdom allow me to convey my conviction with noise that express my mind.
Understanding the me that is my most feared enemy.
Remembering those who gave their lives for the highest ideal.
Grasping at truth and simplicity in search of the Essence of Culture.
Inner wars fought with Heroes on both sides suffering.
The Young child that seeks the comfort of a mother’s womb.
Eyes closed yet able to see clearly with ears listening focused on sounds disturbingly guttural.
I Cry, I Cry the sound of taking my first breath as it echoes the energy welcome.
Welcome home, you have traveled far in heart and mind.
Your superior flesh deserves the rest it seeks, rattling through dimensional shifts.
Joints stiffened laying motionless.
No more knowing stress, for I have reached the moment.
Black light known to the universe wraps my body warming the numbing tingle as I die. Tears cool my dry throat unable to speak but healing my deep wound of not being able to share Why I Cry.
I Cry dying wrapped in Black seeking love that guides me in absence of any direction. Unanswered questions in my eyes mirrored reflections of life flashing slowly as in a dream I would like to continue.
But it seems I have died, and I no longer seek to cry.
If I was alive to be asked why, Why I Cry.
I would respond in wonder, I too would like to know why, why it is, I Cry.
“My determination is not a reflection of what I have and or what I have done……but it is a reflection of what I plan to do and who it will affect.” Author: DyingBlack Team .