Bible and a wheel rolling down on a set of stairs

Holy Bible, how many mysteries.

Dear God, please bring me some Christian ease.

These pages hold so many miseries and truth,

how come nobody reads them but fight without truce.

Life is rolling like a wheel,

and we kneel before history.

The rich stories of crimes in times we had,

need no threat, we learned from the threads of the mysteries we call past

and rest in our sleep, not knowing those times were not the last.

As the wheel rolls downwards,

cowards before the face of God

re-enact the murders and lurkers of the dark

and bark into the distance that the deed has been done.

And as it hits the set of stairs,

leading down to the finale,

into the alley of hell

and I can tell it is the deadly cell of humanity.

And as the wheel hits the narrow edge of a set

it flies upwards thinking it’s a rise from hell.

And it flies into the air, but why?

Why did you have to throw away the cries

and the tries of the people who lived right. At least they tried.

And they died tired form their work.

But little do they realise that the fly is a far cry from progress,

regress and oppress, lake if mistakes and a lack of liberty,

how we will all become eternally suppressed.

The wheel will fall far -the death of all.

One thing is for certain, until we reach the curtains.

There will be such cowards to rebuild the Tower of Babel.

And there will be poor people who live to make the world just that much better.

Or rather, live with the gift of God. To live with love.

Mezei Csaba XII. H