I exist not of
my own volition.
Yet, my mind's love
is of an affliction.
An infectious creation,
created by that which
mankind worships,
kills and dies for.

Knees are bent,
prayers are sent,
death is bred.
Life is taken, all in His mighty name.
The father of dubious destruction.
His creation, my mind always adores.

For my mind will forever be mortal.
It is limited and suicidal.

My attempts at
resistance, all in vain.
Obedience, the reason
of all life.
Christened is my essence:
Acquiescence.

Forever burdened with reality.
I shall never accept my existence.

It was never my choice
to exist, yet,
In my mind's noise,
contemplations persist.