A Soul with No King
It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you take our water to wash away your very own sin. It doesn’t matter if you take our crops to banish your anger and hunger. We will give you what you need. We will provide you shelter and love. But why, oh why, if you want all of this, you still speak what’s right or wrong? And still go in to kill for it?
I know you know me, and you always will, yet you denied me at your very best to stop the pain you ought to feel. Like a man with no wisdom and a soul with no king. You feel it. You heart always unfulfilled. Volatile in the middle of space, not knowing where to go, not knowing when to decide, not knowing whom to believe. Stranded in the middle of unknown. Shut your ears, shut your very ears and wishing the whisper would go away yet when the silent come, you still go in to kill it.
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Humans never fail to betray. You are the soul with no king.
You speak of the devil like he’s not your friend. Give him my water if you meet him again, so his heart might stop burning everyone who tries to pour love into him. So he might stop beating the people who give him hugs and stop spitting on the people who give him kisses. Show him compassion like I did to you. Show him the home he never learned how to built.
We never owed him anything, yet you, child, sold us for a victory. Is not all of this is what you want? To call my name. To call for my name. To be called beside my name. Yet you sold us to deny the pain you ought to feel. Nothing will ever change, no guilt, no shame, (yet still) call out my name when you need me again. We will give you water and crops again. We will provide you love and shelter again.
You know who I am, why won’t you call my name?
Interpretation of Aurora’s “A Soul with No King”.
