Citeop Hturt

A life that knows it all, had fear that none can truly face even near, even when they came before all mattered, none knew that the being that saw was never afraid, even in the face of the future all were blind, they chose themselfs to crawl with the many who didn’t even see the end, but they still crawled as if there was no end, would anyone see if they shown their existence, would they fall to their knees in prayer, or would they take all they had thinking it was all okay? Only the one who came, truly saw, only the one who came, truly knew, for there was a being that held it all, and there were none who could cherish even if they fall. (This poem will not be explained, it is a poem about an anonymous entity.)