Glorified more in death, than in life
He made us laugh. He made us cry.
Doth not thou turn cold,
At humanity’s dishonourable soul,
To ride on wings of love anewed
Or ensnare oneself in young exquisite scarlet hues.
Show human emotion in all its complexity
Show evolution in its simplicity.
He wowed crowds and mystified philosophers.
Unveiled layers of belief, with never a dull moment.
Though great ones are often mocked by ones without the sight,
They can’t comprehend that;
Without sorrow there is no joy,
Without darkness there is no light.
THE BREW 