i will not speak to the holy one

Tue, 10/25/2016 - 00:35 -- shtaco

they always told me that i'd have to chose.

i could either go to a desolate place of pain,

or a place of perfection.

did i want to chose?

is a life of perfection even worth living?

what about trial and error?

they didn't care what i felt.

they were there to "spread the word".

meanwhile i was there trying to get through the day without drowning

in all peoples' misery.

now i'm telling them that i won't chose.

i will be immortal in heart, soul, and memory.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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