but to ask

must a man lose everything to divine those truths inside - must he bare his marrow else deny what flesh should hide - and will he open up his veins thus through his blood, abide there is a thrumming stronger than what beats in his breast? must a kingdom wage a war to stand and prove its might - pave its streets in solid gold and show its doctrine’s right - oh must it build its parapets in stone, to grandest heights to know without one question there’s a paradise that waits? must a god be sacrosanct through all that he applies faultless in his form or law while innocence thus cries must he let his redress act midst truth as passion dies or is that err of humankind how love so finds its breath? for love is yet the only force that triumphs over … death.