The Coffin

You sought to shut life up
To confine it to a narrow box
And seal the lid with the nails
Of your own stagnation and death
Yours was not a crucifixion
It was a suicide of the soul
And whether by delusion
Ignorance, pride, or fear
You hammered yourself in
From the inside
Believing you could finally
Rest in peace

And when those on the outside
Claimed to see the light
You scoffed at them
From your dark tomb
And when they asked if you
Wouldn't like to explore
The world beyond
You claimed you were happy
With your 24 square feet of space

In fact, you invited them to join you
In your claustrophobic den
And if there was enough space
In your world for them
But some of us emerged 
From our enclosures
We kicked the planks hard
Until we were free
And we praised the glorious light
And the wonder of wide open space

And from within the box
You ridiculed our new-found life
You claimed that we were heretics
Mockers, lovers of the world
Hell-bent on hell
That our ways lead to death
So you said
From inside your coffin
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