Only those who are afraid of death survive.
Only those who are afraid of death live.
Being brave is an evolutionary disadvantage.

We are engineered by time.
We are designed to fear.
We are built to procreate.

What trap is this?
What’s wrong with Darwin?

The best are harvested and not to be resown.
The best are weeded out of the gene pool.

Where do they go?
Does the Almighty keep them to Himself?

There is only one way to find out –
to follow in the footsteps of the brave.
But dead men tell no tales.

The secret will remain forever!
The living shall not find out
why some are brave
while others fear.

This cruelty is by design for life demands it.
If such is life then I choose death
and bid you all good riddance.

I won’t be missed.
Alas. Good bye. Adios.

I step through mirror into the great beyond.
The moment I’ve been waiting for is here.
Will I be disappointed when I meet God?
Will I be judged or will I be reborn?

These questions race like bullets through my mind.
But there is no turning back now.
I must be brave.
Perhaps I am the last of fools
who traded life for death,
and did so voluntarily.

Too bad I waited for so long.
Too bad I suffered for so long!
Yet all the suffering has made this fruit much sweeter.

I step through mirror into the great beyond.
The moment I’ve been waiting for is here.
Eternity is but a moment in God’s eyes.
I’m just a lowly speck to a divine gaze.

I hope that God will notice me
and we will have a conversation.
Is this too much to hope for
when hope I must abandon?
Yet I hope nonetheless.

I’m hopelessly in love with hope
like Pygmalion with his creation.
This hope is the only feeling that I can carry.
I hope when I meet God
we’ll have a conversation,
and He confides in me
and tells me that I am his son,
but that my coming was a little premature.

The world needs no saving.
The Savior is not yet called for.
What humans need is entertainment.

Such is the jest!
The Almighty smiles
and pushes me above the water.
I did not drown in my vanity.
I live.
I live to be an entertainer.