This gift which I was blessed with started off as a curse
A sacred, godly perspective
So beautiful that it hurts
Seeing the beauty in everything,
To see God's mark in the pain
To be granted sacred wisdom and seeing we're all the same
I know it well
You know it too, both know what it's like to be
Going through hell but living like it's at a normal degree
The only ones who are alive who can see this point of view
And manifest things in this life cause we've seen all of the cues
This gift is not one that can be obtained by man through sheer labor
Practice, discipline, or through force
It is something the creator temporarily granted me with
And at any moment, he may take away