Hell isn’t about suffering,
It’s about hoping the suffering will end.
Growing up isn’t about getting taller,
It is about looking down more.
Churches aren’t about faith,
They are about housing lies;
And lies aren’t about deception,
They are about living with the truth.
And truth isn’t about reality,
It is about realizing you can’t grasp it;
And beginnings aren’t introductions,
They are endings, which need others to succeed them,
For the sake of comfort.
And for the sake of comfort,
We remind ourselves, if she had said “yes”
It would not have been rape.
Though rape isn’t about choice,
It is about pretending you ever had one.
And the had ones gaze at the have not’s enviously.
Their jealousy of the haves is more justified,
And the more justified are the ones further from humanity,
And the further from humanity you are,
The more you realize there is still one human you can’t get away from,
It inspires chase,
In the form of sleep you don’t wake from.