This world is so new and unharmed it breeds a shining jewel beautifully armed. Always to pound with a love so pure. Always to rise and from pain cure. Born from nothing, having every chance to experience the charming dance of a sweet feeling.
Alive and living, with a sparkle never to be imitated and a power never to be suffocated. Bravely taught to spread happiness all around and erase all the gloom that can be found, to give and give with no return, to shine like a candle and endlessly burn, to feed the needs of lonely souls and build blissful dreams and open all doors. Peacefully growing. Merrily spreading. Alive and living. Living and giving life.
This world is so selfish and cruel it murders the radiance of a crimson jewel. Never to beat again with love. Never to soar high like the whitest dove. Dead at birth, without a chance to suffer the sweet romance of this deadly earth. Dead but living, for the sparkle is suffocated but the stone is gradually inflated. Slowly taught to hate and not to forgive, to take and drain and never to give, to rejoice in the pain of others and seek to delete their once brothers, to find beauty in the cries of a tortured child and steal the sanity of a mind so mild. Slowly growing. Silently spreading. Quickly killing. Savagely ravaging. Dead but living. Living but killing. Killing but not dying.
This world is so infested and oddly kind it batters the evil of a jewel gone blind. Never to beat again with love nor with hate. Never to pulse again, just dead meat for the ravens, just a bate. Dead at death, after having the chance of slaying the glee in a glance and choking every breath. Dead with no chance of living, for the sparkle is suffocated, the stone evilly inflated, the jewel inactivated. Already taught to love than to hate, to shine then to darken, to straighten then to sin…Now heading towards nothing. Grown wild, spread wide and killed the pride. Dead with no chance of living. Dead and endlessly fading.
This world is good and evil obstructed. This world is a world reconstructed. And the historical jewel that once ruled is merely a shape carefully draped in metal boxes in vast museums exposing dead dreams. Forever there, a beautiful wonder for robots to stare at. Robots made of flesh and blood divine but deprived of a jewel that never again will shine. This world is apathy deified and conquered void glorified.