Just Curious, my dear Cosmos!

If weapons were able to reason
Would they choose love or anger
Or war disguised as peacekeeping

If death had a voice, instead of a sting
Would it defend and debate its action
Or explain why it is the cause of grief

If wounds had the ability to gossip
Would they clarify the source of pain
Or make acceptance of what is, easy

If tears were a mirror on the wall
Would they reflect what’s in soul
Or the gaudy truth of the mind

If God revealed its humanness
Would he express fears about life
Or would I be disappointed in God

If I were to create my own idea of God
Would that really land me in purgatory
Or help me to R.I.P in heaven on earth