Ascendance

Consider our future and universe, from somnolence torn
Life begins with pains of birth, the wails of newborns 

A dichotomy between joy and pain, marking creation
With a vast potential for joy or emotional starvation
Fate forces us to accept consequences of choices
We shall gaze into emptiness, devoid of voices
And rise according to destiny, to build legacies
Perfectly made, in the image of the divine
There we find the roots of our divinity
There we find our ascendance