The Ritual Of Life......! ! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

Life is a give and take ceremony
A ritual everyone must perform
Such festival of love with other forms of fun.
From friendship to courtship and matrimony!

Men before nature? We never were wise!
And far too stupid, to understand what God's like.
Never willing to offer our bodies a living sacrifice,
Or brave enough, for a friend to lay down our life.

This life,
Where two friends can't both be right but guilty
If to forgive those they hate is what they wish
Where solemnization is in taking responsibility
The ritual of forfeiting your right to win thy peace.

This life,
Where when a friend paints thy soul black and white,
But you dearly not dare, sing the chorus of betrayal
Except you've realized what you can learn from that plight
And accept that there is no success without some trial.

Yes,
Life is a bed of roses in between thorns
And sweetness amidst pangs and perditions
That leave thy heart and soul in awry thongs
Except you find thy creator and lay thy petitions.

Yes,
Life is a field of war, a combat of Generals
One to contest, no mere mortal can dare
And twisted, must fate entwines destiny!
One where one cannot hope if a 'mediocre'.

Yes,
A sea of battle, victory only for the soul that cares
Yet, until a thousand years come, none shall rule 'Mutiny'!