I've trudged the tracks of righteousness alone And walked the walk of wickedness with grace. I've done things I cannot now condone On either side-- you'd see it in my face.
I thank god for this life which I have wasted And all the gifts which it has given me, But how do I repay when I've not tasted The lavish love of such an old decree?
"By faith" you say. I say "you have it all, For I'm not one to disbelieve my doubt But faith? Oh, please don't make me lol. Betrayal changes what men are all about."
Perhaps god's nothing. I'm fine with it; Ex nihilo cogitatione fit.