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The good life

We know god is dead

What is to be said now

He was just in our head

There is instead, life

I begin to regret coming here

Pain is the price of life

I know I must continue onward

Fear is my mind’s construct to keep me safe

Death will be my only end

How sweet it will be

I must write my name

God had his chance, he didn’t show up

If I have a soul, then it is to blame

Everything I ever wanted became a living hell

I’ve been buried for a decade

I don’t know if climbing out will be worth it

Who will emerge?

Is any of this even possible?

At times an individual must stare into the abyss

Once in each of our eternities

They’ll have to jump in

No one finds anything within it

Just endless freefall

I never hit rocks or bottom

Rock bottom is deceiving

It is merely a point of view

Lower still, remains