Apostles

On the edge of forlorn shallow lands,

I sought for a treasure that never existed.

I knew not where my path lay or how I’d struggled.

Perennial darkness awaited my arrival

As I stood at the entrance.

I shouldn’t quit, I concluded and thrust ahead

Binding obstacles, and hindering darkness.

Voices that I could not comprehend, held my cue.

Sword in hand, I screamed, did wade and drift through.

In my blind race for survival,

I detached my soul from the fighting body

When I made it across and looked behind

I saw devastations in my accomplishment.

Unrecoverable wounds, dilapidated lives, and catastrophic massacres were written in blood.

To nobody, I belong and in nobody, I believe.

For...

My name is religion and I survive in chaos alone.