Kinesthesis - A Blessed Rag

A rag, a cloth.
This shroud of hope.
Of faith, belief.
Baseless, weak.
Stained with blood.
Stained with hollow,
Words of nothing.
Prayers to nothing.

A blessed rag.
A brace for your conviction.
A vain hope.
A myth, a fiction.

A lie for you to lean upon.
Wrapped in throes of disbelief.
Face of Christ will not appear.

Certainty of null,
Rests upon this cornerstone of naught.
This sacred assurance yields nothing.
It is a barren void.

Nothing.

Testing your endurance, trialling what your faith can take.
Craving the promise of eternal life.

A reward for those who persevere.
No new life will be discovered here.
No dreams after the unfulfilling end.

Eyes sown shut, discarded pleas.
Searching for help, you find no peace.
Aspiration brings derogation.

A rag, a cloth.
This shroud of hope.
Of faith, belief.
Baseless, weak.
Stained with blood.
Stained with hollow,
Words of nothing.
Prayers to nothing.