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Faith and Reason

Faith is a peculiar beast,
Her entity rather mysterious.
Some say she is nearly deceased,
Others deem that she is delirious.

Faith and reason were never on friendly terms,
And, as the legend goes…
Faith’s spine was more brittle than firm,
She was weak and saturated with woe.

Reason was a mighty horrid brute,
He had a jaw lined with a thousand fangs.
His skin was slimy as that of a newt,
When he yawned, he let his filthy tongue hang.

The villagers were frightened of Reason,
So they followed his laws like timid sheep.
Rebellion was more severe than treason,
Those who revolted were too anxious to sleep.

Generations of villagers were in sorrow,
Led blindly through life in fear.
Aware of the perils planned for tomorrow,
But oblivious of how dull or severe.

One day, Faith was lolling under the sun,
While a few local men dawdled by.
They halted and hollered just for fun,
Faith drooped her eyelids and let out a sigh.

“Why do you tease me like so?”
Faith questioned in a bashful tone.
“There is too much that you don’t know,
Please flee and leave me alone.”



The men’s curiosity was hollow,
They demanded Faith’s name.
“I am what you refuse to follow,”
She replied quickly, masking her shame.

Faith, so mystical yet provoking,
Intrigued the men; they brought her home.
The residents deemed her a useless thing,
Due to the way she would frantically roam.

Eventually Faith proved to be a delightful guest,
Lightening even the grimmest face.
Reason saw this newcomer as a pest,
Who was patient to the point of disgrace.

The villagers knew that faith was odd,
She said stories that were too stunning to be true.
But people would listen intently and nod,
They lined up for her preaching in a queue.

Reason’s laws were undoubtedly sincere,
His words were published in prominent books.
But when he was threatened to be struck with a spear,
He darted away and drowned in a brook.

Faith gained power and an angelic sway,
She pleased the residents very much.
The sole issue was that her arguments were gray,
And her laws could crash with but a single touch.

To this day Faith is hailed by the masses,
Although we are all not sure why.
And as every day passes,
Reason scrutinizes us from the sky.

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