creature born out of spite
contemptuous flesh of mud
How long before the garish sun
turns you to dust?
How long before the teary sky
washes you out?

contemplate him not,
Heed not his shrill cries,
abomination is upon him.

creature born out of grace
luminescent piece of heaven
The jealous moon turns pale at
the sight of you.
The wind weeps in awe at the
touch of you.

Revere him,
seek his warm soothing embrace,
God is on his side.

creature born out of a random drop
innocuous crack on the surface
Puppet in the circus of life
Pauper on the floor of the world

Trample him not,
feed not his ravenous sorrow,
time will spit him out.