never did I aspire to frolic amongst the fluffy white of some distant cloud nor did I hope to strike pre chosen chords upon some presumably precious harp I cared not for their tall tales of everlasting life and pearly gates nor did I care to give up these simple pleasures of today for those things that might present themselves tomorrow consistently I chose the here and now over the what comes next I saw no reason to sacrifice a sip of this or taste of that for a dwindling hope or a doubted promise seldom did I think the thoughts of after or if there was to even be one at all often I found myself too preoccupied procuring pleasantries in the present to pay any mind to the idea there might be more continually I lived for the moment and loved every minute of it no matter how deep I managed to dig myself into those unfavorable situations every boundary had been tested,each sense cruelly teased until submission I dared not dream of some other so I bloated myself on those morbid morsels before me and pretended the end held no relevance to me daily I tempted oblivion to come and join me in my sick games and sorry life until finally one day it obliged so many times I had weaved to and fro around the straight and narrow without ever a thought to the price I might pay seems I longed not at all for that place or those tainted treasures it may include who needed harps when one could wield an ax and scream obscenities unto the wretched world through a wall of death what fool would pick the dull hum of a heavenly choir over the deep groans and devilish tones of that deadliest metal why would I pass on those twisted delights so readily at hand for nothing more than a maybe I just couldnt bring myself to free that feathered friend in hand in hopes that the two in a bush wouldnt flutter off as I patiently approach what the next mile might hold was incessantly ignored as all thought was lost to how smooth the surface was beneath the feet at said time I had been on that highway to hell so to speak,but never did i think it was exactly there I would come to be Copyright © 2014 Lemmy Rushmore All rights reserved
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