Fiction writers make a living out of crying Wolf...
then when the big bad pack comes around no one wants to believe
they are surrounded by a violence without mercy
I want to end all associations
stop being connected to anything
a drunk in a flop house without nothing to do ever again
I want to plan and prod and push
for a utopia
that has too many steps
for our obese populace to waddle up
started trying to see if the system might work for awhile
came out of shadows into a spotlight their money had no control over
a thin mad man telling the world
I HAVE SEEN THE FACE OF GOD
after that you live by His Commands/not man's
a pathfinder
slowly awakening again in the flesh
a spirit beckoned by prayers primitive and sublime
a speck of God to lead you home
a myth in life/a myth in books/a myth in minds
some days there is only the waiting
what can I do against the onslaughts of God?
Nothing. God wants to end the earth well that is that...
man is another thing altogether....
I can tell the truth no matter how popular the lies are....
how easy the lies are to believe...
how easy the lies are to sell
I do My Duty For My Deity
and Trust as I always have
that He will keep me around
as long as He needs me
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