Come to God, for no person is perfect but  only Jesus.
Come to God, only He will save you  here and heal you.
Come to God, when you are hurt and empty O People.
Come to God, I know how it feels to be empty and hurt.
After my ex-wife left me back in 2000 it left me drained.
Come to God, for only he can restore you here on earth.
Into the person that he had originally created you to be.

In mountains,
High in mountains,
You will some fresh air and less idiots around you.

Between existence
And non-existence
There is no room to relax.

These bones were not carved out of ablution
Emptiness dominates over its seats
Has nothing to do with purification
And still despite spite, it’ll cling to release

Satiety thrives from eleven to five
Your recommended low is a bit out of reach
My mind physiologically cannot survive
Independent of a body that cannot stomach meat

This place is a cheap trick
Exposed at the root
Like a cavity, a pus ridden sore
It must be lanced, purged, cleaned
Cleaned of the false human impression:
That we matter