Belief, Believe

for comfort to theology I turned 
but it offered me no advice
The world full of sinners, it said
submit to religion my only choice

then sampled many a world religion
with predilections each they came
Many offered hope and promises
the convictions more or less the same

Eventually on me it simply dawned
that the act of living required faith
not ever knowing what lay beyond
not be bound by auguries of fate

Into the blackness you and I will march
together we suffer to make that light
Whatever is good is ours to share
and our evils united we fight

The End

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