QuietusA Poem by MontagQuietus The ancients knew that from the shadows of the Underworld spirits sometimes send false dreams up to the sky. Thus have you have been deceived about a Father sending a Son for atonement so that all who believe may live forever. This is but a story told to children who do not consent to sleep until they hear a happy ending. Now will I explain the truth. In the afterlife we are punished and rewarded not from belief, but from our actions being judged and assigned as follows: the souls of the virtuous loll in the sun and dandle their children those who were kind stroll about, nodding to one another in greeting the humble bathe in the waters of goodness but the grasping develop rashes and frown, sitting cross-legged before mirrors the vain are pecked at by crows the indifferent are forgotten the slothful moan and droop and the ridiculous are made into apes. I tell you these things that you may better prepare for whatever fate awaits you. © 2024 Montag
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