This Is Life

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    I wrote this about two years ago when I was hospitalized. Not sure where it came from possibly from being on pain medication but not sure.

    This Is Life

     What the hell is the true meaning of life
    Is it constantly turning your back praying you don't get stabbed with a knife
    Dreading the demons that haunt you at every turn
    Wishing god could save you from that eternal painful burn


    Finding false hope in everything we do each and every day
    Taunting and hating the ones who choose to be gay
    The sins that cause inflicting pain in the pit of our souls
    Our lives serving in hell for our sins is our toll


    The path to richeousness can never be found
    But in the end, our lifeless bodies are the ones making the blood curdling sound
    Reaching out for something in the dark
    Just to reach onto the headless dog which barks


    Sending shivers down our cracked backs from the whips of our master
    Thoughts taunting us why didn't we listen to our pastor
    To love all who have brought us pain
    And in that you will find something for your soul to gain


    An ever lasting love with the lord above
    Or plummet to the depths of hell on the wings of a dove
    Is there really a god or even heaven many ask
    Follow god in your heart as if it weren't a task


    And soon my brother you will find ever last peace
    I mean after all these bodies are just a lease
    We one day will out grow our human flesh
    To either go to heaven or wonder in the pit of hells mesh


    To be at peace or full of pain
    That right there should tell you we all have something to gain
    So next time if someone asks you do you believe in god
    Don't laugh and turn away otherwise you will be killed with gods rod


    To serve an eternal life in hell
    For that you cannot sell

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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