Because if It all happened to be a untrue,
I am the victim. The vitim of a tastless joke.
Not a net of lies, but more like a blanket
stitched over centuries to comfort and to conceal.
Then again I wonder if it would change a thing.
for if life is a bed, I want to lie under the covers of Religion
and lay my head on the pillows:
Belief, Purpose and Promises of Eternity.