The Purpose of Society
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.