You stretch the seas in front of me; you purse your lips awkwardly and say, "this could all be yours one day."
You have to stand more comfortably to assume such a position of irony to say, "set your goals high and never lose your faith."
The fields are sprawled out endlessly coupling with the sea. Performing an enchanting melody with the sky. By the way things look here, this is where I chose to die. To be buried for the rest of my spiritual life.
So you can keep your heaven I'll live comfortably in hell. Knowing that I made it through my selfless life with the morals I wrote myself.
So who's to say what makes living in "good faith". I'm sure there's a lot more to grace then simply having faith.
I know many men who would die for rather then sit down and pray for us, and what then? What of them?
I know many men who have slaved away all at their expense they gave away so many days to those with less, and what then? What of them?
My faith is in them; humanity isn't dead. It's just on leave to clear its weary head of all the lurid dread we cause as men.
I'll still come through for you, and I guess hell will just have to do.
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