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I close my eyes, to slumber wake; just the possibility.
The possibility that I will never again open my eyes again.
The possibility of eternal slumber mingled with nothingness,alone with a world of ecthros.
Vague and unlikely of sorts, to be lost forever form the world.
My mind an ever-void. Ceasing to exist.
And yet there are those who laugh at what might lie beyond;
they are blind to the truth- as so many are.
We understand not what we mortals play with.
Some call it God; some believe in another.
But do they exist? Is the afterlife simply a false dream?
One in which we halucinate to quelm our fears of mortality?
We will never know truly- although there are those who take the "leap of faith".
But is faith enough? Believing in something we are not certain exists?
Or is it blindly believing on what you are told to believe in?-as a child would.
Children. When we were young,
full of nievity;not knowing any better, they told us in what we were to believe;
believe in this religion, this religion is the real one.
Believe in St. Nick, The Easter Bunny; the toothfairy and in the devil.
What innocence was lost when all turned to be false- misleading and truthless?
What became of the trust, of which was given freely.
It shattered, unless one couldn't read between the lines, to see the completeness of the lies.
If there is someone there, standing by with alibies and apoligies;
perhaps one would not grow cynical, -perhaps.
But when no one is there to falsify the truth once more,
perhaps that is when one is given the chance to reflect on the truths; however bitter they may be.
And when the mind is not clouded with everyone trying to "convert" you, taint you with religion,
Perhaps that is when our minds seek to fathomthe reality of mortality, instead of bitter faith;
Which in the end lead you to the place you were before, the place you will soon be-
For even stars, once though to be immortal, our ancestors, or what we become after death,
They too, at one point in time will disapate into nothingness.
And our willingess to accept the truth will matter then to no one.
Not even to time. But Is time too- mortal. Or will that be the only thing left to ever exist?
We will never know. But then again…who want's to live forever?