According to what-my-sources are not telling me;
god is dead?!
How have I peaked
through the door's small opening. . .
where such images emerge
from beneath the tracks
that lay frozen.
I reject.
Who rejects the word-
of the lord!
"God" - who voices his
concerns / opinions.
God - is - rejected.
My thoughts on this subject
has caused.
(Not animosity.)
But a resurgence of greater-
expectations / interpretations /
and understanding.
Racoons - a galloping army
of them all. - I -
feel such prejudice forwards
-feeling that doesn't matter -
if exists.
I've visited zombies,
beyond hell and back/ . . .
to the graveyard.
How to react' to treat
a woman / as a man/
as a woman.
That everything is
in sight-
plain view-
a remorse for my
shadow in vain.
The consequence is endearing
of nature - as only nature sounds of -
death - death to god -
destruction -
destruction of the kindom of heaven. . .
a true language omitted only by the truth.
Lord have mercy - thank (you) god -
I celebrate - me - mine - my -
own.
In this game of monopoly -
truth or facts -
persuasive / cohersive
. . .power.
My god you do.
- EXISTING
Not choosing to exist.
And I relate - the I -
the I - The I -
to measure my
. . .accountability.
Virtue - my privilege -
(to reason) > about
what I know how
I know.
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