It's not fine, it's not dandy. It's not a part of the bright life I imagined.
When, years ago, I looked to the lit path, I didn't see the shadows.
If there is a god, a bearded patriarch sitting up on a throne made of atheists' skulls, and if I get up there, and realise that all these sterile years that fucker's been there, my first thought, and last thought before I burn in hell, will be why didn't you tell me: you're omnipresent, omniscient, and omnipotent; with all that ubiquitous vision and power couldn't you have let me know?
I will be exasperated.
Free will is a bitch.
ReplyDeleteMe again. Catching up and feeling jetlagged.
Free will,
ReplyDeleteYou get what pay for.
I rather like thinking about the wages of sin. I mean, do you sposed to get *paid* for that??
ReplyDeleteThe salary of fallibility.
ReplyDeleteThe dividend of decadence.
The tip when you trip.