When the weight of the world bears heavy
Upon this frame, weak and weary
Fallen and buried upon a grave so deep
That the only resort is to despair and weep
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What else is there for me?
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When the light fades into oblivion
And all that’s left is this torturous vision
A mind mangled, body battered, and soul siphoned
Amidst fleeting hope of providence, a flicker glistened
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And there was faith, the dawn of spirituality
Doctrines, scriptures, churches and divinities
They called it religion, gave it a name, and a vessel was formed
Sceptics and believers alike into its gates stormed
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And so these houses, catered to their believers
Comforting the weary, uplifting the righteous, and admonishing sinners
And a divine being, worshipped and adored
Sanctuary from life’s anguish and discord
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Despite preaching truth or lies
Faith, you cannot despise
For you dare not sever your ties
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Faith itself transcends all doctrine and spiritual borders
It is the power to draw anything out of nothingness
Strength to bear the world itself upon frail shoulders
The answer, when life itself is meaningless
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But faith itself is only half the bargain
Or perhaps, even less
For if mortal actions are unmade or uncertain
A mess will still be a mess
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This is what most fails to understand
That mortal fate is shaped by mortal hand
And how futile it is to divine will, command
But on the same ground merely stand
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Once tasting faith’s unconditional relief
Mortal will must proceed, else be buried in grief
And be addicted to its fleeting high
Divinity itself shall shake its head and sigh
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Faith indeed is the blessed venom
Truly beyond what any human can fathom
A taste of oblivion is what it takes
To give man a shot at his redemption
Or just pound him until he breaks
--graydarksoul--
