It will never see the light of day.
When we were young,
It reminds me of songs we once sung.
The sun it shines,
Upon our lives,
When all was dark.
Adamantine more solid than stark.
The light will never go out,
Though many will bellow and shout.
An antidote to pain -
To nothing again.
An antidote to death itself -
No purpose for worldly wealth.
No more sorrow,
Nor fear of tomorrow.
I don't contend my poetry is divinely or otherwise inspired. No angel (or demon for that matter) has come a-visiting: it's probably due to my mind playing tricks on me or some voice inside my head! The creative impulses I feel are sometimes perceived as inner suggestions or comments as I write, telling me to choose one word over another, but this is just my simple human creativity. I'm not proud enough to promote myself as a conduit for God or prophecy - I'm just a flawed man who is trying to express himself. There, there, Dan, any excuse for your religion and not to sound too pretentious!
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