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The Service

These are the words that were said:—;—: Mentions of solitude and authority: Debates on whether you were the ruler, Or God. Or perhaps I was the ruler, as you are fiction, And I am your creator—God. But who Created me? My parents on a midsummer's night? Or was that miracle only conceived by The generosity of God? Am I a miracle? These are the words that were said: What a chore to quarrel about matters As insignificant and unnecessary as these; They matter not in the run of life and glory And fun and relations. We will all die When our time is come, and that is what We are to worry about. We are not to Fuss over beginnings and origins and pasts, The uncontrollable... Afar off, someone scolds this speaker, saying, But why should we muse over death, the unavoidable? Is there a difference between what cannot Be controlled and what cannot be avoided? These are the words that were said: This is a meeting of prayer! Are we not to ask the Lord for favor...? Nay, but obviously this is not what was First intended, as we are arguing...! But what over? Philosophies, unanswerable questions...? I dare say this is a room occupied by imbeciles...! The only imbecile is the one that lacks contribution, Who happens to be yourself, Until now to voice a ludicrous opinion...! These are the words that were said: Regardless, the atmosphere is a fog; I feel it heavily upon my head, infiltrating My ears, obstructing my eyes, stopping My imprisoned tears that have tried, Desperately, for years to escape the stronghold That is falsity: The smile was merely a pose for the artist; The humanitarianism was a raid for power; The gift was a demand of silence; The war was to rid the land of unwanted men; The intimacy was rape. These are the words that were said, As engrained on the tombstones: Here lies several men who are not named, Thus saving what little dignity they once held... I place a heavy hand upon the epitaph Of the men of the service, That famed service that gave birth to me, A man who knows not his parents Because of their dignity.

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