Written by: Christopher Flaherty

I am open to reality
But as of yet
I have not witnessed 
An ounce of concrete proof

And believe me I searched
If only for me  
With eyes wide open
My soul laid bare

Spent in search 
Desperately looking
For an out

Anything with which to return
To carry worthy of a sermon

And in this time 
On the temple mount
I begged for a reason

And upon the answer gave
I swore to take and etch on my grave

In death
So to I become enslaved

 If I am deemed