It is a falsehood.
A sort of sick deception;
the Devil’s hypnotic that deludes
even the strong-willed, with
hopes from God that we won’t
be mislead and unconditional faith
will strike our conscience.
But maybe it’s destiny’s cold path,
not mendacity at all.
Maybe it is guidance to serene
angel wings, to manifestation
of divinity.
Either way, fear intervenes.
The fear of what could be,
what will be,
what won’t be.
This should not exist,
for if God has allowed
fate to deliver her
finite way,
then what is mystic
should not be analyzed;
what has fallen will rise.