Falsity

Once failed, never rise,
Once alive, never die.
The suffering of this mortal life,
Where people seek to justify.

What is there to justify?
You are born, grow old and die.
A never ending cycle, foolish but true.
Always awaiting the new birth, which will end soon.

It's so simple really.
We're so afraid of the light that goes out.
Of the darkness that follows.
After all, where does the flame go when it is blown out?

So we created a heaven, an afterlife.
Something to look forward to as a reward for finishing this mad game.
We play a game, our own games of manipulation when
Nothing really matters.

I would love to see the look on their faces.
When they see nothing exists beyond.
Probably be priceless.

Elysia N. Fields

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