Truth... Poem by Cosmic Dreamer

Those without imagination wander through life,
They prostrate themselves at the feet of delusion.
They must honour him, praise his name,
They live to serve, a desperate need to be reborn.
Deceitful claws sunk deep into the flesh of man,
Joyless and lifeless ceremonies in his name.
Endless defeat reborn in the belly of all eternity,
Yet I have seen the truth so heed my words.
Birth hurls us swiftly towards death,
Clutch onto every precious moment as you fall.
For each bit of existence is a cherished memory,
Live not for a lie but for the joy of love.
Wrench your soul from the clutches of deceit,
For we are but a minuscule part of life's cycle.
And though birth hurls us swiftly towards death,
In death we shall become reborn of all things...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...