The Existence of a Skeptic

You hate us, the eternal questioners. You despise the dirty truths revealed through brutal interrogative.

We are cast as demonic forces when quite the opposite. Shine decrepit light. Be reborn in a time when the populace denies you.

I shall feed you upon the life of a devil's advocate.

But one eternal question always remains...why do you hate us?

You should pity us above all else. We find no comfort in religion. No safety in organization.

The existence of a skeptic is tiring and arduous. But my job is never done.

Despite the anger and dissatisfaction...I will question forever. A skeptic eternal.