Imaged Curses

We kneel our whole lives and never ask why

We say it is faith

That it isn’t too late

But how can we trust in a world where we never die

The risks are gone

We only write new songs 

To praise the ones of old

It has to feel so cold

We need no more

Than what we already know

And hatred to the core

For the ones who don’t show

We think their faith is weak

No matter how bleak

In a blink we question their belief

Yet to never think we are wrong is our only relief

We pray for a better death because death is good

Our lives don’t matter even though they should

We are here for a reason

But we think it is treason

To believe in anything no one has understood

We raise our empty hands to the sky

And empty they remain when we die

For no god could truly understand the reasons we cry

Without first creating a reason why

A few years to eternity

It should be clear which is special

Yet we show only taciturnity

To anything less than the holy especial

We are either taught to welcome death with open arms

Or fear it for the remainder of our existence

To embrace it’s ever giving charms

Or run from it’s ever closing distance

But I shall not force its hand

Nor try to deter it from my land

I shall not make an effort to change its insistence

I will not cower from it’s retrieval

Nor will I search for it’s hand in tears

For death is not good nor evil

And I shall show no pride nor fear