It Is the Mystery, the Dread, and the Doubt

It is not easy
To abscond from sacrilege.
The prisoners never flee
As often as the guards would

Seem to want them to.
Were there no obstacles,
Only those who loved living
In heresy would remain,

With no keepers of the faith
To guard them. That is to say,
No one would remain.

It is not the sea.
The impassable taiga,
The permanent damp.