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.