In Death
In death, there are no boundaries;
no laws or rules to contain.
There are no divisions or sides to be taken;
no right or wrong to be tallied and judged.
There is no collapse of any form of idealism
toward any one thing,
to do so would limit the limitless.
Death is merely the sum total of everything that ever has,
or ever will, exist.
Everything else is merely a fraction,
in proportion to death's mysterious embrace of eternity.
Therefore,
to judge others for their actions,
to argue your point in contrast to another,
or to create idealisms for simplicity or fear,
is really the art of worshiping ones self.
It is only in the arms of omnipotent death,
when we are purified of boundaries, judgments and beliefs,
do we come to know the true meaning of God;
without judgement, boundless and eternal.
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