Without Permanence

Without permanence we resemble men in shambles, standing upon a soap box, waiting on some godly encounter. Resuscitate your mind and realize this is blind faith. We’re leather-bound, reciting hymns like hollowed anthems to commemorate disaster. Remember the day you lost faith? Remember the day you cast doubt upon a hallowed existence. Was that the inception? Descending from benevolence to malevolence like the bearer of light. Have we incited an insurrection from faith? Is that permanence? No longer shall we be naïve but harvest wisdom from these deeds. No longer shall we believe in colorful lies but romanticize. We’re merely hardened cynics bearing milestones around our necks. Overwhelm in the shallow water of uncertainty. So can we exist between the lines of conviction while preserving our devotions? Have we made the assumption that we’ll have no more to relinquish? So remember the day you lost faith. Remember the day you cast doubt upon a hallowed existence. No longer shall we be naïve but harvest wisdom from these deeds. No longer shall we believe colorful lies but romanticize. Is this permanence?