Acute evolution toward the firmament

Doubt has been strewn out across the floor
like a field of wounded soldiers in death throes
The cloud hangs down just low enough for the young man to grab it
Bring it all down like a mega pinãta, slash it -stab it
break it open hungry jaws chomping the contents

The young man stood, looking over the prize, symbolic prom queen half naked in his arms
Fire brewing in his hands like a magician with a gallon of charm
Doors all open like his eyes now running on unleaded ambition
Flammable optimism that burns everything but him

Pushing the walls back and marching over these carbon stained lands
What will I plant in these wilted soils asks the young man
Tilling the earth he grabs the sky one more time
The brazen boy plants the whole horizon

Ohh some say he went too far
As he waters it each day with one million liters of Bellion

Truth
Generosity
Ascension