like a helium headed fantasy it swims,
swims like a swan across ice that freezes your fingertips to the surface of the water.
what good would it do?
what good would it do?
what would be good would not full-fill its purpose and would in fact be the irrational
fear that creeps across like a fox slinking behind a rabbit.
what good? no good, no god, no life no death, no
anything.
but what good would it do?
what badness would be erased by the so called goodness that you claim to bestow upon my being by determining the laws of my ways like a judge
or a god that dictates the lives of those who aren't even aware they exist?
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
like a helium headed fantasy it swims,
swims like a swan across ice that freezes your fingertips to the surface of the water.
what good would it do?
what good would it do?
what would be good would not full-fill its purpose and would in fact be the irrational
fear that creeps across like a fox slinking behind a rabbit.
what good? no good, no god, no life no death, no
anything.
but what good would it do?
what badness would be erased by the so called goodness that you claim to bestow upon my being by determining the laws of my ways like a judge
or a god that dictates the lives of those who aren't even aware they exist?
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