Religion
Among the lost I find my place.
Before the end I live.
Among the peaceful I reside,
and I the bad forgive.
I try to find the purest kind
but lose the ration book.
I seek the wisest men of all,
inside my head I look.
And in the dawning of the night
I pray for all of human plight
and I receive a hidden prize
beyond the gaze of darkened eyes
a gift beyond the realm of men.
Of animals.
Of zen, even.
I talk of faith, I know it not.
I know of life alone.
I heed the words of mental form
and in there words find home.
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