10/11/12
the sun has died, and yet the planets still orbit.
the fish swim in a char black ocean, dead current.
the bull charges blindly into the ruins of the arena.
if god looks down,
then he's tired of my being cared for.
he sent a truck and a tumor to get me to care more.
and having failed at that,
he saw fit to pull my heart out.
the flaw in god is that,
he pulls too hard on the puppet strings.
you can bring a camel to water,
but you can never make it drink.
he can send two plagues to reform me,
and in the end I still think.
this is clear punishment for living life without god.
this is the reformation of nothing, and nobody.
this is the admission that I'll happily keep rotting.