I know not which I choose to fear.
Two things inevitable, yet neither clear.
Both hold great wonder; a chance unknown.
Cause tears for some and make others grown.
Each bears a piece of who we are;
Define our actions; create our scars.
Without each other they hold no meaning.
Purest dichotomy; necessities for being.
Some care for neither, whilst others for both.
As for me, I stay twisted for bearing no oath.
I’m made a recluse for my pondering questions;
Chased trinkets, facts and communal suggestions.
With help from religion, I’ve discovered one truth.
All of them fail me. Not one holds real proof.
There are no real answers; no new light to shed.
My desire to live makes me envy the dead.
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