Echos in eternity

I the messenger, I am the solution, I was sent here to better mankind without revolution or conclusions too contusive for Confucius, but the reigning elite have found many ways to confuse us & use us. As ants in the rain, the spark that ignites the fire & fuels the flame; we bear down to take the pain-or-the fame that claims the flame that entertains, and keeps the rains from flooding the grounds we gain. Are we in pain or insane? We seek the fading flame; the flame that follows will forever fear fierce and furious fixations for the forsaken…only when awoken can we begin this tale of tales. It begins with stretching skin and ends in an instant existence. When skin & wind mend a hollow heart, seeking only true friends, for it is with friends that life truly begins to excel & extend, defend all others above expansion; for without them it would be a search without ends, only then could a loyal shark cleanse humanity of its betrayal within. If a whale or a dolphin were without limbs, then how would one swim in an ocean of sins? The tides remind us of another life within, but the currents and the undertow will always win. Who comes & goes as ghost alone in search of a throne of skull and bone? The sun, the skies, the stars, and the many pleasures of Mother Nature, will always cure the cancer that has fallen upon us in these final hours of lanterns.