Means of Relief
We walk in measured paces
while pursuing our wants and needs.
And with smiles stamped on false faces;
folks follow fortune where it leads.
Ambition fuels constant stress,
for only success will suffice.
And intimacy's worth far less
when sex is a matter of price.
If Hell is nothing but a lie,
souls do not need absolution.
Seeking justice after we die,
scriptures hint at retribution.
Religions promise to right wrongs,
allowing the maligned to cope.
And using rituals and psalms,
Faith imbues wretched souls with hope.
Truth fosters exasperation,
and yet, we defend blind belief.
For, despite tears of frustration;
Death's our only means of relief.
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