Dying to Believe – 100 word prompt

We question everything we do. It’s in our nature. I imagine how this whole belief thing began. Sun rises. Winter ends. Spring and life begin. Autumn flourishes. Winter rests, restores. It didn’t take a genius to work it out. It took a genius, though, to turn it into a cauldron of power. Such evil genius, its been repeated again and again through the eons of time. Wars are won and lost, millions die, countries and fortunes, lost and regained. It’s a poisoned apple, the worm in the machine when the answer to why we live becomes we’re dying to believe.

Word count: 100.