Ignorance is bliss, so the elders might say

Yet why does the heart clench in anguish

The stomach turns in to a knotted pit

Swallowing doubts into a heaping mess

Painting a picture of peace, of innocence

Only to cover the hideous truth underneath

 

Why cant one accept that their sins hold weight

Burdening them with a false sense of happiness

Later, to be struck with a spear of justice

That takes what they assumed they could have

Fighting to hold on to a spoiled fictitious reality

Only to later realize, to late, a morose fate

 

What goes around comes around, an ignored statement

Until the cursed piper is fully paid

Left with nothing to gain, loss is inevitable 

So expect the terrifying outcome with little fuss

Or lose what you have left of sanity

For no life can be God’s perfect beast