'' Treat This Your Life As Divine '' Poem by Bri Mar

Is living a reality,
Or another's creation,
In all honesty does anyone know,
If death's not finality,
What's life's duration,
Just where do our atoms go?

Do we even exist,
Is life a dream,
If it is who's to say we're alive,
Here is the twist,
Is the afterlife a scheme?
To give this notion some drive.

Alive or dead,
What does it mean,
As we're informed you don't actually die,
The fantasies we're fed,
Cannot be seen,
So, we can't tell the truth from the lie.

A Heaven for the good,
But you must obey,
One thing you can't do is sin,
Obedience exude,
To him you must pray,
If you don't he won't let you in?

A merciful being?
Is in total control,
From where there's nobody can tell,
By not agreeing,
You'll lose your soul,
To his torture chamber called Hell.

The Human mind,
Is truly unique,
It's where reality and fantasy combine,
We're one of a kind,
Yet incredibly weak,

‘' Treat This Your Life As Divine ‘'