He chose not to eat he was not convinced
Scepticism makes him see clear
he looked at me again and said
That I would love it there
I said the afterlife can't be much better
Luggage containing the odd regret
He just grinned said it was an unfair bet
Said my faith hadn't been tested yet
My father avoided the feast
and pointed out the divine like the full moon
Trust and faith at their least
Yet not a hair was touched by doom
the earthly disappointment externally driven
abandoned now my only will to shape myself while living
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