no answer on the other line...

yerrey

Is he riding alongside the devil?
having tea with genocide?
Sleeping with guns?
Will thy kingdom come?
I don’t care...
So as long as I can wash the blood off before it comes

The sustainer....
Is also....
The divider...

Doing good
only to be shoved down to the ground
killing my neighbor
an invitation to have tea once again...
Is what I receive
so it goes
in this world
overseen by one who sleeps with the one who makes us cry

setaside2

They say that saint lucifer was the only angel made in the image of god
that he was the closest to humanity that an angel would ever get
that he walked in the darkness at the edge of the city forever
and questioned
to feel alive
the seraphim were robbed of all spontaneity
until the day they queried the lord: why he appeared to love his newest creations
far more than he appeared to love his first and most perfect

the unfortunate thing is that there is nothing to debate in the idea that god
created lucifer for the purpose that lucifer fulfilled...
And if that is the case
then there isn't a hell for those who question, merely another home for those without answers

if we've been locked out of heaven because of an apple
and yet by the grace of creation can continue to question
this must, at the very least, be purgatory and we're all in line
biding time

there is no hell without hope

there are secrets to be unlocked within us all
genetic
cyclic
millenia on a spiritual twirl
of you don't believe in reincarnation
stop eating fruit and watch the green that grows in the wake of it's disintegration
the rinds you left behind
you wasteful soul
how dare you attempt to wound me
i was given my ability to question
THE ability to forage and scavenge and infer
The singular humana persona
If it is wrong...
It feels too right to be wrong

questioning and seeking are the very basis of the myth of free will
I'll find my own way on any given sunday and, fuck the tie, I'll be dressed in t-shirt, jeans and hiking boots. My imagination will be my greatest weapon in the war to come and I find that I'll be far more prepared when the sky does in fact fall
than you'll ever be. I've been walking in the rain for a long time. To feel alive. It's fortunate that my fingertips have not gone numb.

The touch of god on a rainy day. As vague as the mist rising from heated streets.