The Purpose of Society
I came with dreams of holy light,
Instead I found my inner blight.
The “friends” were mirrors, sharp and clear,
Each one exposing what I fear.
I wanted love, I got a knife,
That carved the corpse I called my life.
They smiled and said, “This pain’s your cure,”
I bled in faith I’d stay impure.
My heart screamed, “Why can’t I just be free?”
The echo roared, “Die — that’s unity!”
Every word they spoke was salt in my wound,
Till pride and reason lay entombed.
Then slowly, softly, Light drew near,
Not to reward — but to make me hear.
That every bruise was carved by grace,
To make a vessel — not erase.
I saw the purpose — not to rise,
But to fall into my brother’s eyes.
There in that gaze, the world turned whole,
The Creator whispered — “This is your soul.”
So I walk this path of shattered skin,
To find His face engraved within.
Brutal mercy, wrapped in flame,
No self remains — just His Name.
