Water Pouring Freely From The Empty Cup

Children, stay in Heaven,

It’s not safe down here.

In labour at eleven,

But you’ll never appear.

Free with the angels,

The humans will enslave wills.

The humans like control,

If you come here, you’ll be forced to enrol.

We can stop before the start,

It’s too sad here; don’t depart.

So many people and countless enslaved,

Too many to know, but in Christ they are saved.

The children are of God,

But they are not God’s slaves.

I think the humans forgot,

And forget to behave.

Not all physically, but spiritually free,

The soul is saved through God, for all eternity.

In God’s Holy Universe, trapped in and out of a body somewhere in space,

When I die, will my eternal existence end emptily entering eventuality et erase?

One, two, now 50 million,

How will we stop them from reaching a billion?

The physically and spiritually free,

Must spend their freedom on saving enslavees.

Confucians live lives of benevolence,

In confusion, humankind strives for violence.

At war with each other, at war with ourselves,

What more could we gain, from self-destruction of one another by our own selfish selves?

Why construct a destructive path?; so feeble,

Was it made by evil, or by the joining of destructive-evil with the potential of people?

Infinity, 14 billion, 7 million, 2000, 50 million,

All 8.1+ billion, entrapped in eternal opposition.

Written by J. R. William Marshall

May, 2024