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the Gates of the Sun
The soul never really ascends
It's merely regurgitated
And swallowed up again
Like a Cosmic Cat
Hocking up a hair ball
All the while
Continuing to preen
Call it reincarnation
I call it a rigged wheel
Where the House always wins
And you never break even
Just keep losing
More and more of yourself
And yet
Never reduced to Nothing
So you can keep coming back
To feed the Beast
Promises of an afterlife
Haunt your present life
Holding you frozen in fear
When all you really want
Is to cease to exist
Find absolution into the Void
And get off this not so merry go round
2-6-2025
It's merely regurgitated
And swallowed up again
Like a Cosmic Cat
Hocking up a hair ball
All the while
Continuing to preen
Call it reincarnation
I call it a rigged wheel
Where the House always wins
And you never break even
Just keep losing
More and more of yourself
And yet
Never reduced to Nothing
So you can keep coming back
To feed the Beast
Promises of an afterlife
Haunt your present life
Holding you frozen in fear
When all you really want
Is to cease to exist
Find absolution into the Void
And get off this not so merry go round
2-6-2025
Published 7th Feb 2025
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7th Feb 2025 1:29pm
I think there was a time I felt that way; however, not any longer. I'm in for the duration that life appoints me and will do whatever good I can until then.
This is very well-written observations, and the hairball reference is unique and imaginative. It captures the reader's attention and pulls them right into the ride.
This is very well-written observations, and the hairball reference is unique and imaginative. It captures the reader's attention and pulls them right into the ride.
