Magnificence Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

Magnificence



I sat upon a tree branch and spread my wings.
Upon my wings were feathers of white.
Many people looked up with curious eyes
to see of what kind of creature I was.
They squinted and squinted but could not define me
with simple vision that bounced back my colors.
I seemed like an ultraviolet ray purely from the sun.
My light is white and warm as people gathered around to embrace it.
I asked them not to gather around me but I guess they couldn't resist
because suddenly my wings were penguin-like and I was
forced to stay upon land.
I have flown away from land so many times some
could call me an escape artist in the form of a nomad.
I've cloaked myself in robes to hide my true identity.
I just wanted to live with myself in a paradise of survival
where I ate off the fruits of my own labors,
but like many animals with wings, we too can be injured.
In order to get them back, I must teach others to fly
and then shall they be nursed back to health
so for now I must climb down from this tree
and manifest wings from within your hearts.
Hearts can be persuaded by greed, lust, and love.
Unfortunately love is overruled by many other things.
Many people become judges and voted against love
like it was found unconstitutional by the US Supreme Court.
Right and wrong can be twisted around and taught to be
viewed in numerous ways in a sea of situations,
but love and hate cannot be.
Right and wrong is taught to us but
love and hate are not.
They are both instinctual and can be felt.
If you feel bad because of it, it has come from hate.
If you feel good about it, it has come from love.
Love has abnormal forms such as the love of murder, etc.
But those who live with such abnormalities are born with
a black hole that can never be filled or plugged up.
This plug is essentially common sense without this
there can be no true and moral existence.
That is why I strive to be like Buddha,
but this world still tries to keep me on the ground
when I want to soar into the sky with all
the other birds of true magnificence.
Magnificent is the truth, magnificent is love.

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