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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