Writing Prompt: Ghostly Poems Month

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The Eternal Crossroads

There are ghosts and no afterlife,
why waste time earning money
when you could live your life?

Anxiety is a veil of trauma,
a roadsign in the nerves
that sees DEATH.

Operational hazard,
the whole apparatus.
Satan is the Prince
of this Earth.

There was never a throne,
and the crown's a halo
worn by both Shiva and Ganesh. 

Ghosts are provided for our benefit.
It's the space between stars
that haunts.