I think I watched this dance with the Devil for to long. This waltz played the last note Im willing to hear. its not you, its me. to explain myself now. that is; surrender & defeat. The Devil could never leave, my shoulder. Yet, he is surely dead to me. His attempts are weak and full of pity. An evil man asking for Gods mercy. I saw the spirals that encompassed the world as child. Serendipitous sunrise melting the cheeks of a flower. My hands are the roots and my mind is the life that grows. The way you see it is the way it is, until you really see it. God to me is Fiction. The Devil to me is inherently christian. Yet, the metaphors and meaning are endless. What if someone wrote for decades. For generations to think for themselves. Yet, they never thought for themselves. Took it all literal, you fool. Only science and your being is literal, natural. I think I watched this dance with the Devil for to long. This waltz played the last note Im willing to hear.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 21:45:22 +0000
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