when i was young i had a story
it made no sense.
and ran on forever.

when i was young i lost a story
i didn't miss it much
it was one less thing to weigh down my pockets

i don't remember where it took place
or who my friends were in it

there was no middle or end
always a beginning

i don't remember the story
but I miss it.

If one is prepared to believe the Bible
rather than prosperity gospel
from Church & Mamon Inc.
then it's plain to perceive
that the mark of the beast
could cost one's place in God's Kingdom
so do please explain Mr Megachurch Mogul
why your bottom line reflects money
rather than shares in the Kingdom of Heaven

Do you intend to outsource the mark ?
so business can continue as usual ...
will you partner with the bank
of the beast who's about due

Must Yeshua bring out His whip again ?
before you take Him at His Word
and stop misapplying His tithing law
like cursed, charismatic pharisees
that keep the despairing
in ******* and tickle ears
with falsehoods rather than help them
trim their lamps and get ready
for the wedding feast of the Lamb

Seems the great 'falling away'  referred to
in 2Thes2v3 in truth is not rapture after all
but failing churches built on sand

On my last day
In America,
Everyone I know
Was busy.
I had to pack
My things,
Call a cab,
Kiss myself
Goodbye.
No one would know,
I thought to myself
As we flew higher
In the air,
That here I was born,
Here's where I lived,
And here,
I swear,
I was loved.

I want to be a silhouetted against a white light on a podium 17 feet above the ground
I want to walk down 12 blood red steps onto a floor jutting out towards millions of hands
I want to be touched by all of them.

I want to say 3 glorious words and hear screams of anticipation in euphoric response
I want to pick up a brand new guitar and a steel microphone, and to feel the lyrics inside
I want to scream all of them.

I want to look down in every direction my head can turn and see faces looking back at me
I want to shout the devil's music and the mantras of a million hateful heartbeats to them
I want to see them shout it all right back at me.

I want to make a single move and be the point of all fixation no matter where I am
I want to glide across the stage and move with the sounds of the thumping crowd
I want to hear them call my name over and over.

The pulses of a million clashing steps will serve as my drums
The screams of a million hoarse voices will serve as my guitar
The explosions in the sky will serve as my technotix, my bass
The ranting of a madman will serve as my lyrics, my voice

The downfall of the nation will be my gain.

I want to be a big ******* rock star.