Alternativementality

I am blessed and you are not. I've confessed what you've forgot. Soaking up blood of a lamb. Choking fear, the good of man. Salvation looms for those who cant, just allow themselves to admit, They can never know why we exist. To heaven's gate they will persist. Upon arrival they will find, a destination in their mind. Where it sat for all this time. While we search for a word to rhyme. The fear of what we do not know, of whats above and whats below, will only take effect on you, if you do what they tell you to. Upon this reinforced foundation, a steeple and a congregation, short and tall, young and old, who'll always do jus

With every ounce that is left, past efforts accumulated  for one last breath.  A chance to dream without consent, as a dull gleam far from content.  This life of mortal thought declines into a portal of which time refuses to keep.  Through the depths of this void one finds he will weep, with humility for his fellow mind, exploited with instability throughout time.  Littering the sacred sounds where you should find no crimes of men, nor what they've taught, are the leaders of organized thought.  A privilege it is to float on a cloud of deception and fear while reading aloud all the mere words that we coat with a shroud.Faith for the one that c

A young child's mind does not know why it is here to live and to die, and as adults we come to find, answers lost no matter how we try. So one by one we walk these beams, toe to heel or so it seems, we would surely fall into a dream, of fear and doubt and uncertainty. Drifting on a lucid breeze, we only know what we believe, devote ourselves so faithfully, to give our minds the time to breathe. All the while we ignore the cries, of a world in pain as she dies, lust and loathe for our afterlives, souls relax as we slide down the knives.