I am the mystery you don’t know and the reason you live.I wonder if my beauty will be adored and saved from destruction.I hear the horrible sound of metal machines cutting my wings. I see their ambition, their horrendous ambition that provokes soul corruption.I am the mystery you don’t know and the reason you live.  I pretend that my sons and daughters will one glorious day change.I feel their terror, their massive terror that is a truth about to be revealed.I touch my blood, my precious blood spilled by their hands of silver.I worry about the ignorance, the obscure ignorance my children live in. I am the mystery you don’t know and the reason you live.  I understand my light is not resplendent enough to illuminate their lost minds.I say I was created to be the divine home of the once pure race. I dream of the day, the magnificent day I can be with my adored children.I hope my tears keep wetting the poor and my fruits feeding the needy.I am the mystery you don’t know and the reason you live.