You read a poem aloud about the word bible. You speak of your eyes rolling back and as I watch your lips release these heavy words, you captivate me further and further. By a minute from now I will forget to regret the addictions we've formed together. I wonder if this is how religion began; how they sat and penned a holy book. And I want to know then who our god is...but tonight I think we both know.
--In a promt game played among my friends, we find an online random word generator and pick words from the list. The choices this round were Song, Bible, Squid, Bargain, and Yacht. This is what I came up with on the spot. This will be a common theme in my writings, as we play this game often.