So many deceived.
feeding upon their young;
devouring the crippled amongst themselves.
The cure is there,
standing before them.
But to reach out,
few dare try.
They drink its healing power for a moment,
but those around them poison the vial.
They fear the death from the cure.
Why shouldn’t they fear?
Sick from the moment of their life’s comprehension.
The ritual of the dead performed so many times before their eyes.
As prisoners led away.
Those who chose not to go—went.
Those who wished to be freed—wished.
We cried out to deaf ears.
Yet, they, too, dragged themselves,
kicking and screaming against a culture,
that casts anyone with immunity from their ranks.
A freak of those with grotesque thoughts and desires
to watch a clean man burn.
I wish to be a clean man.
But the scars remain.
Their bacteria grasp at me with parasitical dreams of homage.
But my systems resist.
The neurons blast at their toxins deep within.
I am not alone.
A resistance remains.
How many will stand within the sick ward
to free themselves from their affliction?
Yet, the surrounding eyes watch,
probe the heart,
hungry to chase anyone who bolts for the door.
Those wooden gates
call out to those brave enough
to descend into the alternate reality.
where so-called light shall not tread,
seeks those who wish to reason.
The Black Eternal cries out for those who dare
to speak with it.
But they fear its message.
Its words bring a finality that few can bear.
The return to its infinite chasm
bears upon those who dare to hope.
They neither hope for more,
or wish for a lesser home,
but those who hope to be in this life,
what is here,
not chancing for something else.
But what shall become of this?
Escape the ruins of the enlightened.
This reality is grander than those created
by the minds of men.
Worship the atoms who joined at such a time
to create you.
Be thankful to chance.
Climb on, knowing that this mountain leads to a destination
looking over a life lived for who you are
and those brought along the way.
Rejoice for your chance to know your creators,
who lived the days of your heritage.
Face each day as your last.
Live your encore forever in the mind of the universe
whom watched you dance.
And when you die,
go into that darkness with thanks.
Slip into the night forever
with no fear of the gods
you left behind.