A proem (its introduction)
In its most natural form we have it in us, its state… That innocence, born as we were, it came from our mother’s and her Womb. Overlooked at times, innocence is full of Faith and Hope.
Its Proem (an elaboration)
This is to Earth’s first ever New Year’s Eve, how did it taste? Way before Humanity was introduced to guilt… Oh how innate! Adam or Eve, Heavens or Hell? Oh how late! For demons are but Angels who were never happy with that State. For why would we want to be equal to our Creator and call Him mate?
Innocence. I will go after Destiny so forget about my Fate. Our Fate. We can recall the first recorded murder, Cain killing Abel, no blank slate. The verdict came later but it was too late. This is to our exodus numbered 8. For if Seven is the number of Perfection, let’s bite the bait…
For if Perfection is Human, just like vicious sharks, let’s bite the baits. For what is life when the end of it all is the lack of it thereof? Our invasion, this is to Babylonia’s captivity, let’s hope the Chosen People ate. For innocent lives were unexpectedly ended, most left behind their Soul-Mates. The youth wants to be fresh to death not knowing that it could escalate…
And if death can be fresh, innocence is full of guilt lest Perfection is innate. Adam or Eve, Heavens or Hell? Oh how late! For demons are but Angels who were never happy with that State. For why would we want to be equal to our Creator and call Him mate?
© Christian Djimra Koumtog