Posted: 03/16/2011 in Writing

If souls were real
Would they be spellbound by the words we speak
Or the ones we don’t
Would their obedience be true to our needs
Or our wants
Would they live the simple lives we wish for
Or the elaborate ones we choose
Would they absolve us of our real and imagined sins
Or crucify themselves silently
Could we feed their appetite to be better than we are
Or starve them with less
We seem not to notice when they undulate in pain
Watch silently as our paths begin deviating
We try to mischievously hide our true selves
And in the same breath
We plead for their survival
Stake our beliefs
In something no more tangible than smoke

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