Make missions,
Go fishing, try eating something with nutrition.
Call yourself Christian, call yourself missing,
Anything at all,
Ride both the rise and the fall,
Horizon overriding, still deciding and surmising minutes while atoms casually colliding,
Not surprising, devising tides inside the pride of prized chastising.
So yeah, prolly go to hell,
******* go everywhere else before I get there and have some stories to tell,
No glory in dull,
Voiding reward set annulled,
Board the encore of boredom to quell.
Withdraw the assorted fortunes from the dormant shells that they dwell.
Implore on Discordia when yore sets a spell.
Call on your awesome, most of all, try your best -
Wish ya well.
