1.1: Gaze upon this child
As he crawls out of bed
With a frown on his face
And tears in his puffy,
Red eyes staring down
Trinkets and photos that
Only remind him of his
Bereverence.
1.2: Observe the despair
In his canter, and the
Stoicism he fails to mask
Himself within.
1.3: The bereaved believes
Baptism is what he needs,
To that end he seeks to soak
His sadness and drown it
In a frigid shower.
1.4: The child hesitates to
Check his phone, lest a
Reminder of any variety
Appear as a notification.
1.5: Watch his agony and
Learn, for his body is too
Weak to expel the stress that
Sticks to his bones, and he
Must induce the pain himself
To feel better by retching.
1.6: Make way for the child,
As he has finally summoned
The strength to stand again.
1.7: Do not mistake his strength
For his being strong, for he
Is certainly not strong.
1.8: Do not make his same mistake:
That of experiencing the wrath
Of bereverence.
1.9: See now as he walks as though
He has risen from the dead, for he
Has, and he has the strength of
A corpse left flayed in the sun
To decay.
2.0: Bereverence take thee, and smite
The deathly hollow within, rise
From dirt and rocks and experience
Regrowth in the form of yourself.
Consume Reality! 