When the end, the cause that is on our minds,
is The End, the apocalypse, then the means to it
requires the surrender of all we know we have done,
and all we started not realising we could not finish it
without us knowing whether the cause is right or wrong.
By then what we gave will be gone,
our faith cashed in for an unknown eternity,
where for all our brave words getting there
we cannot know where we expect to be.
It is unsurprising that men prefer to make
what and who they worship easily recognisable,
through the shorthand of ritual and repetition
with much more alacrity than accept the unknown.
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