Exist

Tyrants with their universes
Bless with pain and praise with curses
Lifting pennies from the purses
Of existence

Cowards in their shaky error
Cannot ever feel the terror
And shun even the simplest wearer
Of existence

All such worlds within finite spheres
Are populated with cardboard peers
And drown in the owners tears
Poor existence

Such is Hell, such black inferno
Whereas in Heaven is the turtle
Whose head, out of shell, is fertile
To existence

Praise! Give thanks for the sun!
Give glory for even the smallest one
Of blessings showered His story spun
Praise His existence!



God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey