Poem -

if death were the end

if death was the end - e.webb

If death was the end then why do we morn 
effecting what's still here

If death was the end then why we're we all born, 
birth the beginning of living to die

When we appear in our window of time
Born of our mother containing the genetic line

All around the kin to us all 
Superiority of humanity
The bigger picture meaning nothing at all

We live and gain riches yet gain nothing we can keep

Objects aren't real and aren't the reason 
your loved ones shall weep

What value can we place upon a persons soul
The un measurable half, that makes people whole

Everything is a contradiction in its self

Gold is worth only what value we place on its head, 
gold is worthless when we are dead

The value placed of values is what determines your definition of wealth
Do the people in the rainforest see a diamonds worth, more than health.

Science would say it is structurally near that of coal,
Yet the glint of a diamond is used to represent  the giving of your soul

Kings and queens,

Their powers are all in the mind,
 defined by the value we place on their labels and crowns , 
and the throne on which they reside

We seek knowledge to reinforce fact
Fact is constructed upon nothing more than theory
Theory's strength relies upon belief 
Belief is a persons choice based upon what they feel 

What we feel is a act of the soul

The soul is not a fact,
Or fact maybe the act 

factually untrue ,

if death were ghe end

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