Coming from a place unknown by us Ancestors traveled in a dark ship hull Placed into bondage four hundred years they tolled To give what they could This was only life to their soul Dark souls can you see them Like the one possibly seen In a nightmare In reality In today’s open eyes dreams The essence gave us character The deepest part of our nature The soul was destined for some life. Then why rush to ever after. Does it count what you accomplish in this life? Does it matter? Is the reward worth waiting on? While you live in strife? Being a dark soul changes your emotional ties Dark souls mess up corrupt morals and leave trails Is the soul in the mind or body to be release last exhale? Does it create the makeup of the vessel in which it resides? Ready to continue somewhere In the heavens Or hell when you die. Without the soul there may not be thoughts and feeling Of how much you’re tormented in the life with misgivings Its complex unknowing what is really going on? But more than four hundred years have passed and the soul still lives on.