.
Cut a wound,
just to let it heal.
Feel something
significant.
Young and bold,
old and frail,
time accompanies
our constructs.
.
Living like
we know
we’re going to Heaven.
Locking every door
and window,
so we don’t let
the Devil in.
.
Crossing every threshold
like it’s gonna take our Mana.
Guarding every situation,
because we’re scared
of our father.
Living in a self-made prison,
because of fear of some reprisal,
like a judgement after death,
is just worshipping an idol.
.
Break away
from what you think,
you know
about the supernatural.
Every single thing
that you’ve been told
is sold
by liars and assholes.
.
They ordain
themselves
and treat
the rest of us
like cattle.
God
is the God of free people,
we’re only slaves to our debacles.
.
Once more
and again.
Live like we’re already in Hell.
Try to find the lie
and I
know I might as well,
concede the point.
Enjoy
this story I can tell.
Life is what we make it
and then afterwards
it’s up to someone else.
.
Nursing
my wounds
in the twilight.
Watching the stars come out
one by one.
So beautiful
to be a part
of a mystery.
I guess I’ll find out
whodunit
when I’m done.
.
.
HG – 2021
