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What lies beyond the veil of mortality?

 
 

MY SOUL FOR A PROMISE

A promise is made if I only behave to live a life eternal.

I scoff at the offer that no one can give and am promised

a seat in the inferno.

I raise up my hand like Abraham over his son named Isaac.

Rather than plunge a stake into love, I walk away with a sigh

and a wave goodbye to Jehovah.

I wander, not lost, determining the cost of my soul for the promise of heaven.

In Persia they said off with my head for not putting my trust in Allah,

giving no chance for redemption.

Among the pharaohs, one’s fate is determined by weight. Is your heart

lighter than that of a feather? Does Ma’at look upon you

with favor?

I became bored as I explored the choices all the gods gave me.

I believe in them each with no faith in their speech, knowing

my path will be ending.

The first stardust became what I am today, sentient; yet, not remembering.

What will become of this shell when I’m done? The return to immutable

stardust.


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