ive said every radical thing ever said,
i've seen the church in flames
conclusions ive came to on late nights looking at the stars
that once we die, we die
and there is no father to greet us at the golden gates.
i find myself praying to a god i know doesn't live on kolob
i find myself dressing up to go to church
after the events, my persona is washed away
and i smoke a blunt.
i am a rule breaker
living in a world of normalities.