Religion in Chained Steel

Life is like a chain link fence,
For everything that happens is connected,
In a way we are to ignorant to see,
But we climb anyways; In blind faith.

On the other side of the fence,
We hope for a better place,
Where the grass is greener,
And the trees are taller...

But we cannot help but wonder,
What if the other side is worse?
If we are not being chased by morality,
Will the other side of the fence change?

We are told by signs in our chains
That we are to follow the words of a prophet.
Who tells us that the other side is private property,
Reserved for those who have made the climb...

And we wonder when our fingers might feel
The last cold steel touch of the fence before our leap.