Humans

A revelation through a glass
So clear and vivid
What we see, soon will pass.

We're all humans on this earth,
Filthy souls
Dying from birth.

We are mortal, and our bones--they break
Our muscles grow feeble
Our wearing joints will ache.

Our hearts are bitter, dying, cold
We never realize the state we're in
Until this earth may deem us old.

Never realizing, we're dead in our youth
Our energy, a deafening mindset
Leave us blind to truth.

The truth is, we're old the moment we're born
Dying ever second
God's wrath deteriorating us like worms.

Growing up, or so it seems
Bring imperfection to light
The longer I remain, the brighter it beams.

We're simply humans, beholding an ugly reflection
Needing the brightest Light
To melt our imperfections.