Beyond the stars, our pith and spark were bred,
though mammal's bloody births we undergo.
As none forget, that flesh one day falls dead,
Its dire, grace-wise, to boost the status quo.
The karma of a king is yet the same
as any man. Laws of existence bind
the destinies of all. Nor can men claim
a path to Paradise, as all are blind
to gods of any kind. Through faith alone
we choose, that Virtue's way is why we've come.
Its vital we tear down sham Ego's throne,
to clinch that we don't end a soul-sick bum.
Our heritage, so precious to behold,
as Hubbel's photos show, are purest gold.