Have Faith

Come forth you beasts! Bring forward your violence, your passion, and your taste for glorious death! You wage me salvation? I wage you my blood! I wage you the sacrifice of living. I wage you the cost of happiness. I wage you the burden of children! Dare not seduce me with those pearlescent gates! Dare not terrorize me with those ashen flames! Have you no respect for my beaten hands? Have you no comprehension of the value of human life? For shame! Your great names are golden plaques on a tombstone! Concealed behind the guarantee of eternal life, infinite happiness, and perfect physique, you smile greedily, awaiting the next victim to come under your spell. You soothe us with your venomous spatter,numbing us with a gratitude that we're better off without.

What of those who fight? What of those who bathe in their tears, drowned by the pains and horrors of daily life? Where are they in the multitudes of webbing that you sow? They have been eaten, broken down, and digested in the acids of hope and belief- belief in a false prophet who guides us through the valley of death. Why do you wish to bend, twist, and break me like an over-used toy? Why do you find pleasure in my repeated failures, so much so, that it makes smiling a painful gesture? Oh how it sickens me, that you could be so selfish as to think that what you offer would be beneficial to humanity. What treachery! One might as well tell the dying old man to go live his dreams! Adding insult to injury like criminal charges against an innocent man. We need no peace of yours, oh foul wretch. We need no painted canvas describing the insurmountable treasures awaiting us beyond the veil, for there is nothing behind the curtain!

The final act has ended, and the audience has finished clapping! The visitors are cramming into the exits of the theater, and I am kneeling in the solemn spotlight. I await the next rising of the curtain, the next wave of people that I must entertain, but they will not come! There will be no encore today for I am far too frail to play my part. The veil will remain over me, and I will be frozen in place on this cold, hard-wood stage. But alas, as a human, I continue to hold the pose. Against the impossibility of another show, I remain ready at the forefront of the set, eager and desperate to continue on.

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