As I Lay Dying

Reality no longer battles perception.
This letter's written to no one.
Sincere,
I sought your truth and divine purpose through myths of revelation.
Guidance all wrapped up in a paper box,
supported only so long, as my mind was the enemy.
I could not in conscience hold on.
AS WE face distress WE MUST not lose heart.
STAND FAST and press on,
TRIUMPH AWAITS
AS WE face distress WE MUST not lose heart.
STAND FAST and press on,
TRIUMPH AWAITS us
The powerful constant that I had once leaned on is no longer there (no longer)
You call this shameful disbelief,