Beastly Humans

Are we humans or beasts? Do we shine or have we fallen? Whose gates are these? Did we take what we gave away?

You seek a smile, Here, I shall now kiss the muddy face, But first expose your layers to me, It is nothing yet everything.

You go on, With a gap of ambiguous collective images, You were hesitating, but nevertheless give it a try, To be above a servant.