what is life about?
sometimes it's impossible not to doubt
and what of those who sell
their souls to dwellers in hell?
we grow up defining right and wrong
their words almost a prayer song
there comes a time when we no longer believe
the ingrained reasons there for delusional relief

why are we so afraid
to declare past stereotypes dead?
we know we shouldn't question
things such as religion
it's natural to just accept
and yes, we've done just that
but are opinions from different perspectives
really as deadly as explosives?

is heaven really in existence
or a lie to forbid any resistance?
we realize much more as we grow
the things we shouldn't even want to know
they say we're here for a purpose
are you sure life isn't but a repetitive curse?
maybe the stars making up the constellation
are souls who have failed in reincarnation

perhaps only those closer to death—
those who are left without breath
maybe they know every answer
the answers to the things we wonder
they merely have no time
to repent for their mediocre yet grave crime—
this world holds an endless grudge
especially towards those who judge
so why are they hiding the truths
hiding them from next generation's youths?

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