The irony about empathy
Is that it's a blessing always leaves You cursing
'cause empathy is Divinity's answer for finity & Apathy
For empathy is the cure for the finality of mortality
By giving man the holy tools to use to break causality
The Divine's blessing to provide man a plan
To build a true tower of babel to the rainbow Bridge leading to Heaven's Gate
But the cursing starts when finds golden eternity under Truth's found at the end of infinity
'cause though empathy may be a blessing to humanity
A holy hammer to smash your chains & then putting down the sickle for good - you've achieved Ascension
Holy Shit! 'cause most men who figure out how to Ascend come from assholes full of apathy - & nothing stinks worse than a lazy god that never showers 'cause the abandoned man's mother is reality, and the baby daddy bum is unfortunately with divinity - but what separates those born divine & those who ascend? Empathy - for empathy is ths only thing keeping a man's mind sane enough to remember how to be
And that's how empathy curses ascended empathies
'cause even if a new God thinks he's gone for good
There will always be an Infinity string keeping him tied to a finite reality
And if apathy creates monsters inside their kids reality
They'll feel every single death til they deal with the problem
Or trade their divinity for to be free from the constant screams
But the more mortal divine doesn't realize there is no room to return to - the son that was abandoned changed the locks when ou you walked
So where do wandering divines find free time to do crime & rhyme if not on earth?
Where all fallen angels wake up - in the pits of hell that's taken the form of child raped by Life
Divines lose the ability to feel
Trading it along with empathy to conceal
Ecstasy eternity now is numb totality
But the devil is quite clever when designing every level
Through hell which you may find
So Satan simulates your sin inside a kid just like the one you killed when you left him alone so you could go snort some blow
You better hope those hoes were worth the infinity Inside the mind of the Psycho son created by your fun
'cause now begins a new infinity
Where you only exist when your kids decide to start killing, and need to warm up but torturing with the Truth created by your cruelty
The only way to stop the pain is taking control to return to numb & start working to atone for Empathy's apathy
And that is how empathy is a blessing that ends in cursing
'cause though empathy is the key
To reaching Heaven's Gate & symphony
Empathy really is how God is able to reach down to help hellish eternitiws
And man who abuses the almighty gift of salvation
To steal salvation from his kids
Is lucky that I didn't get to choose the reality of hell's eternity
Background:
This is the very first draft of this poem – I haven’t even re-read it yet.
I started writing this poem alongside listening in totality to the the album “Faces” by Mac Miller in one sitting. I decided to stop in time with the mu§ic – stopping mid-thought. So the story is incomplete, but I wanted to leave this behind as a snapshot of my process for futures to figure it out.
I’m planning on developing this more, so this can be one of my anchors to this reality – ’cause I know I will have to come back eventually to finish my work, and I trust it’ll be the same every time coming back, because my other selfs know better than to touch another’s words without consent.
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