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 ******* 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.