What is the substance of the lie –
the reason to sin and keep your bones dry?

That magnified “I,” gives a stone cold look from his heart of steel
he makes-believe God and goes by his feel

It’s the season for reason
accept the truth for the truth
The Reason to Die, is why, is why

Where is the sense –
the ability to think and know what is hence?

Will your breakable bones and tearable skin
be worth more to you than even your kin?

It’s the season for reason
accept the truth for the truth
The Reason to Die, is why, is why

Passion is a snag; emotion, a plight
but it’s for lack of reason that they take the fight

So what is the substance, the reason for lies?
It is nothing, nada, but folly in guise

It’s the season for reason
accept truth for truth
The Reason to Die, is why, is why

Eleazar they tried to mar
then seven brothers and their mother

But martyrs die to “I”
Seventh thunder sounds, they refuse to deny
Within the truth they always abide
“Reason reigns, blood stains, love constrains!” they cry

Look, See, so let it be

It’s the season for reason
Accept truth for truth
The Reason to Die –  What “is” is why

by Trent Wilde
January 22, 2015

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