'' Eternal Strife Just Fills Me With Dread '' Poem by Bri Mar

'' Eternal Strife Just Fills Me With Dread ''



Religions teach us about their one called God,
The creator of all that’s alive,
I would hate to think this concept is a fraud,
The very meaning of life is to survive.

When we die we go on to eternal life,
Does that mean death doesn’t exist,
It’s really confusing but the rumours are rife,
That dying can be crossed off your list.

On the day you take that final breath,
You immediately end up elsewhere,
You’re still alive so what is death,
It’s a subject which gives everyone a scare.

If the scriptures are to be believed,
Who's to say they're a lie,
They should actually make us feel relieved,
That none of us will actually die.

Then comes the day of the resurrection,
For some of us the future looks bleak,
On judgement day there will be a selection,
Think of the havoc that will wreak.

Even if we end up in Heaven or Hell
Our existence hasn’t came to an end,
Where we’ll arrive none of us can tell,
That tends to drive us all round the bend.

You’ll meet up with those you left behind,
I tremble at the thought that is right,
Meeting up with the ex would terrorise my mind,
It would give me such a terrible fright.

Encountering enemies you’ve met in the past,
Those people you really detested,
Eternal peace in Heaven just wouldn’t last,
Most of us would end up being arrested.

It’s human nature to love and to hate,
Would this continue wherever we go?
Having an affair with your best friends mate,
Then praying they will never know.

A reincarnation of what went before,
Could that really what us humans desire,
The murder and mayhem we claim to deplore,
The very thought of it is making me perspire.

I’ve made up my mind when put to the test,
There’s something good about being dead,
Encase me in concrete when you lay me to rest,

‘’ Eternal Strife Just Fills Me With Dread ‘’

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