This poem was written by me in 10 minutes during a little event during Edge Esmeralda, 2025.
The first time I forgot I was lying on my parent's bed And I realized that I could lose the memory Of what I did or thought or said I silently watched the fan spin around around around Just me, an imperceptible blip In the eternal cosmic sound I thought of my parent's religion How I believed in no heavens above or hell below And for the first time had empathy Of all those stories long ago They, the Faithful, would live - Forever, it said Forged in glorious elysian escape From true existential dread God didn't die on the cross It was a man To suffer is all there is to his infinite plan It is unfair, but what are we to do? Do we all end in the same place - saint, person, and sinner? And with that thought crept a smile And I skipped off to dinner For life as nothing but a story Is the fate of all men For the kingdom, the power, the glory Amen.