sometimes I wish to be Dead,
     so that I can Live,
         rather than live a spiritual Death.

the Troubles multiply,
     Good goes unnoticed and
         the Bad is exaggerated.

Life goes on,
     with Death omnipresent
          in the form of the Living.

Hope dwindles away,
     Fears amplify,
          and Love hides itself.

Charity becomes routine,
     Prayer becomes words
and each new day brings new
     Pain.

one goes Blind
   and then goes Deaf
      as one’s world crashes down.

Courage becomes Cowardice
    Strength shifts to Weakness
        and Joy morphs into Heartache.

Hurt and Pain accelerate
    faster than Healing.
        Enemies abound more
            than friends.
and Hatred is more present
        than Love.

Happiness depletes—
Sadness becomes the Victor.
     Injury increases—
     Pardon becomes the Loser.
Laws become Rules—
Rules are made to be Broken.

Talking becomes a method
    of Hurting others,
instead of a means
    of Compassion.

Foresight becomes Hindsight
    as the Future appears dim,
and the Past shines glorious.

How does one survive a
    massacre of faith?
        How does one survive...