I fear for you,
To what is joyful but not real.
This incredulous story
Told in a way to suffer fools,
But relentless in its lie.
I cannot see the reason
In its prophesy.
Why do men die
And believe they are reborn.
This tragedy of hope
Which is insidious
As it is pervasive.
This acceptance
Of the word,
But why accept
Such realities
And make believe them real.
Are you so dead of thought
That you cannot see the truth.
Or is the truth so painful
To your senses
That it offends
Or frightens you.
You are a coward to yourself
You have forfeited the one
Great gift given to you
You are lost.


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