How will we ever know what is right Despite what all hierophants preach? How’ll we keep our fiery hope alight? Our answer’s unknown, but we reach.
If a word, god, didn’t exist, now, ever I cannot imagine the need to coin one. I been proven wrong, still I am clever. At night there’s moon, in the day, sun.
And after our time’s been taken away. Is it meant to last throughout eternity? Then, will it matter if we go, or we stay or in life we live in chains or live free?
Much our life may hold for us and ours. Dark depths or to heights that we aspire. Consumed our pages, our book of hours to be pitchforked or singing in the choir.
That is what some profess they believe. I must say I find this quite silly, absurd. Blades of grass, an autumn tree’s leaves Shine more spiritual than book or word.
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