The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God (Psalm 14)
As your tattoos fade and your piercings close your slang becomes outmoded. So it goes. Bliss and Ignorance must yield to Wisdom Experience learns to suffer its Freedom. Time accelerates, seasons quickly pass— you realize that your head was up your *** years on end, Reason lost to Vanity; only God can restore the sanity. Now the music sounds different, stupider; low, less able to conceal Lucifer. Your once-massive ego now lies humbled in rubble where your defenses crumbled edifice built upon your ignorance of God, Evil, Life—and of Innocence. Gradually, your soul awakened to death; your pulse knows a limit, so does your breath.
yeah . . . purple tattoos so you kinda look like old USDA prime (?)