The grandness of relentless self deprecation
relieves oneself from the duty of high expectation.
Belief in no outcome but faith in the hidden
confidence held in private allows hatred ridden.
None but those who understand the philosophy
will ever realize the reasons for such theology.
All love and life’s devotion to sips of an empty potion
drunk from the lips of those devoid of emotion,
or so it would seem to be such a great illusion
when revealed is the nature of life’s conclusion.
A joke it is to fear the faulty death so near,
behold the afterlife and all it’s splendid cheer.