Tuesday, February 24, 2015

broken bogus beliefs

and shattered false faith

leave you empty and naked

in the eye of a stoic Source

that in its own vanity

cares more for its fulfillment

than for the lives of its creatures

when you wake up to this reality

you'll wish with your whole being

that you were dead

I know I try my best to do

what I imagine is the right thing

but it gains nothing for me or for those

I thought I was helping

when this Source posits its creation

this stumblebum riot of unending loss

you'll know you're at its mercy

and whether you live or die will have nothing to do

with what you thought was a love of god

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