If I were any more devoted to the illogical belief in you I could start a new religion
We'd hold belligerent masses every Monday since it's the worst day of the week and it seems suiting
We'd have commandments such as not to idolize another with the threat of impending self anguish for all of eternity
Zealots would come out of the woodwork like your adoring fans, each declaring their love for you is greater than the next
Skeptics would insist that the notion of you is false and scoff at those who believe otherwise trying to persuade us with cold hard facts as we gladly turn away in our blissful ignorance
We would hold on to our unwavering faith until our last breath in hopes of gaining some sort of favor in your eyes
Until we die and finally come to grips with the realization that it was all just a clever con instilled in our minds to control our every move in the joke we called our lives.
I realize all of this, I am aware my dear...though the heart is insistent on this blind devotion to your love.
I suppose I'm just as foolish as the rest.
Scoff.