I feel the grass beneath me
The sun beating down
upon our heads
and see that
it is good

Trapped inside this
sack of sinew
so vile
so pitiful
perishable

It's thought like these that still scratch my head
and to place a line between the two dots to find
an anchor for these ugly thoughts
and how...

and how I've tried to tell myself
those lies
through glassy eyes; beer maddened
minds

So I drop my head
breath deep
and pray it never comes.


This can't be the end
So I grant my own wishes
a place to rest my body
here
a place to rest my head
up there

I'll pay my dues
Kill if I have to
just to grasp
what I can

What's left
rising from churches
the steeple
stretches to my home
above

We're hostages to time
and the ground beneath us.

Born
(bloodied and yelling)
Forlorn
(I need you)
Broken
(I'm giving over)
Inside

Death's feet stand at my door
brittle life
(spills across the world)
pull back
(I'm not ready)
Capricious
(don't make me leave)

Oh, God
please don't let me die
I'm not ready
don't make me leave

Explanation:

“The Soul” is perhaps the oldest immortality myth in the world. Nearly every culture forms some kind of religion or ideology which attempts to differentiate us from the non- human animals. We put ourselves on a new level. Placing ourselves on par with god - we are conscious and capable of comprehending reality and everything in between. We are capable of imagining ourselves floating through outer space while we sit at our desks or eat dinner with our families and friends. With such an imaginative power at our disposal it is easy to see why we would use this tool to bring equanimity to the pain of life; its brevity.

All this has an end. We will end and then what happens next? We create stories of our physical bodies decay and something else continuing our presence in this world. These stories give us a new relevance and lead to a homogenized cultural group built on practices and traditions which help us transcend this world and lead calmly into what we hope comes next. This is why our religion and so many holy wars are fought every minute. To name check the most obvious is to belittle the widespread phenomenon that is spiritual war. In ourselves; between our neighbours; in the churches; in the bars; with our parents – we are eternally in conflict with those who threaten our immortality. But when we win and the dust settles; we look down upon the world and exit smiling.

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