Misconsept

[Vendetta]

Made from misconception,

A myth forever be,

The lies must I mention,

‘Tis the only way we could see,

Making stories to explain why,

We are born, then die,

All mere mortals for all eternity,

Small piece of dust in a pit of dirt,

One pain in a world filled with hurt….



Nothing real in my mind,

No god shall I find,

Absence of a higher being,

One that can give the gift of seeing,

We need the truth real,

Not this lie of why we feel,

This abstract thought,

The lie you bought,

Believe what you want,

I believe there is nothing to haunt,

The minds of others,

Just a misconception….


I'm sorry if anyone could be offended by this poem. But, thanks for reading!