The gift From Lucifer... the one who questioned...

He dreamt,
of a future unheard of, a future unseen,
dreamt of things they never imagined,
thought of possibilities they said never existed,
he had ideas, and some imagination too,
He could create things, and enjoy them too...

And then the Corruption,
of thought, ideas, and dreams,
they called it enlightenment,
and named it the holy scheme,
they taught him to follow,
and mug up and learn,
to sing like a chorus,
beat like a drum,
a constant hollow sound he turned into...

for a 1000 years, it remained the same, before he asked his first question,
and was branded insane,
they hated, despised and mocked his ways,
he was beaten, bullied and looked upon,
banished from heaven, and banished from hell,

another 1000 years, and the corruption was gone,
he questioned again,
challenged the logic, reasons and the order alike,
he questioned the right and questioned the wrong,
questioned the men and confronted the God,

why must one follow, and why must obey,
why not ask question, but always adapt,
why does it have to be same all the way,
why no deviation, and why not astray,
why's there a road, always chosen for him,
why there's destiny and why there's a fate,
why there's a heaven, and why there's a hell,

his questions are unheard,
unacknowledged till day,
his disobedience punished, and muffled again,
and as it's in heaven,
on earth shall it be,
one must raise his voice
and question the scheme...