What's my sin?
Why did you put me down here again?
Would I not have been able to do this had I been born and raised in my parents lesser estate?
Privileged with fake, intellect?

They say it's a lesson, to learn, to die and give into rebirth.
Is knowledge the key?
Am I taking in so much information that I can now see?
Not the materialistic veil but the bigger tree?
Karmic cycles where ones self actualizes the secret weave?
The wisdom of those before me guiding me yet the modern destroying such scene?
With the chords that hum, hide from linear thought, primal instincts freed to the next
ever evolving scheme?

How many times have I failed, never realizing, chasing fleeting meaningless deeds?
Past lives blurred, deleted but not hidden.
Written knowledge itself the insurrection from this modern fungal assimilation?

Is the computer really what broke my chains, made me closer to worldly escape?
Curiosity the only thing that made me read such heavenly decrees?
God's latest iteration, spreading his seed? Claiming and bringing back the souls that weren't up to speed?
Which sinks and spreads into me?
Is that why I feel like I'm about to pass?
Found the answer,
now I can return as one of his many steed?
My only purpose now be everything he needs me to be?