if you think each day
is a trial upon your
fragile sanity now.
wait until the darkness
answers you.
then you get to see
what all those blind
sages raged about..
that beast smiling through
history with a face so
sweet most think he's
a savior...
or avatar come to
restore tranquility to
this poor, disordered
world.
it doesnt work like
that im afraid...
salvation is a "self
serve gas station"
you have to find
yourself because
nobody works there
anymore...
all the angels went
on strike long ago
love...
(except for you.)
i suppose they grew
weary of Their Greatness
worshiping the inadequate
ape-spawn who stole
their holy thunder...
even after eating the
snake berries put there
for Hell knows what reason
other than to tempt what
shouldve been perfect in
the first place. (according to
theory.)
(theories be damned
love...theories be
damned.)
Right now i'm standing
on the edge of a crazy
cliff...like my Former hero
Mr. Caulfield...
but only catching flies..
(and they think im their father.)
because my heads too weak
from all the lies to think
straight enough to step
away again...
the last time i jumped
an angel caught me and
put me in the center of
a dark field...then told me
i was on my own...
"head south and hope for
north" it said...
and I tried that love...
really...but...
every life becomes
hell without you.
a real...
trial upon my sanity.
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