Chewing On Glass…

Information isn’t as powerful as we think
Not when we keep changing the truth
To fit our twisted narrative of what to believe
I’m not sure you know, but I know you don’t
I’m not sure we know because I know we don’t
Only cause I wrote it that way to begin with
But I didn’t write down the reason for reasons
So, best of luck figuring any of this out
My mysterious ways never needed explanation
When they make no sense…

It’s not too late to turn around… If you leave now…

Just because you think they do doesn’t mean anything
How’s that for an answer you’ve been searching for?
Bits and pieces of knowledge scattered against the stars
Even if you knew do you believe it would be enough for you?
Go ahead, heed no warning, and embrace the truth
Of what it means to be dead while still very much alive
You’ll only ever be as confused as I ever was
When I thought what life could be between friends
I’ll be the first to admit my vision got a little out of hand
How was I to know that living wasn’t enough?
That being here wasn’t going to be enough to fill a soul…

Only through living could we understand what it means to die…

Knowing everything isn’t going to change your mind
Not when I could have taken it away at any time
The fear was only a tool to keep you in line
I’m not sure you know, but I know you don’t
I’m not sure I know because I know I couldn’t
But I didn’t know what I had done until I had
Because there was never a narrative to follow
The truth is I just made it all up for something to do
How’s that for an answer you’ve been searching for?
What came next has been all your fault all this time
Either read the fucking thing or quit coming up with reasons
To blame me for everything that happens to happen…

This one is a little different… finally figured out what to do with all of these long ass thoughts… break them up… I believe they are called stanzas… or something technical like that… What do I know though?… Where do the thoughts even come from?… I guess I’m all on my own once more…

This one is a little more difficult to pin down… I was thinking about God… For what reason?… I haven’t the slightest clue… I was thinking about life… but why?… I’m not sure… Kind of comes naturally… living and breathing here in Texas… Got to make sure everyone is on board… wouldn’t want to leave any souls behind… not knowing what is right is right from the beginning…

First things first… If you want to live free… you need to take away all their rights… Nothing spells freedom like oppression… These are the basic facts… little known but still written down here somewhere… as the story goes…

Lucifer wasn’t cast aside for being a mass murderer… a serial rapist… or even a cunt who doesn’t understand the passing lane isn’t for driving ten under… (Cunt as in any and every one… Not as in the female genitalia known as the vagina… those are mystical and magical… if you are into them that is…)

No… Lucifer was something so much worse… an angel with a couple of questions… And we all know or at least we should know by now… but we probably don’t know… You don’t question God… Them… they don’t like that shit one bit… I’m not sure they could have made that any fucking clearer…

Fun side bar… If angels have no sexual orientation because they are in fact angels and servants of God… Would that make them more trans or less trans? Like are they above trans?… Like super trans?… I mean if we are going by the good book… God seems to be on some next level shit about some things… Sexual orientation wise at least… and way the fuck behind on a lot of other things… head is spinning…

But now that we are all thinking about it… Do angel’s shit?… And if they shit… would they be allowed to shit with the rest of us?… Because I’m not sure I’d be comfortable with that… the feathers everywhere… I mean if we are shitting with angels… What is next we have to start shitting with chickens?…

Then does that mean we have to make the stalls bigger to compensate for their wings?… And how much is that going to cost?… My taxes are already too damn high as it is… Why do I have to pay more because they were created with wings?… Their disability to fit into our society shouldn’t be my problem… I’m not anti-angel… I’m just a poor soul asking questions…

Which leads us back to what I was saying… As you would not question God… you should not question leadership… or you too shall find yourself cast aside… That’s how the story goes by the way… Lucifer wasn’t kicked out of the club for much more than that… Can’t make this shit up when it is already been written… We could however rewrite it a few times until it means what we want it to mean… But maybe that is a topic for another time…

Point I’m trying to make is… If there is even a point to any of this… Freedom comes at a cost… and that cost is freedom… I know what you are thinking… Chaos… anarchy… Fuck yes let’s go… Pump the breaks… pump them real hard… If everything is permitted… then nothing is sacred… and we are only standing in the same place looking the other way… because freedom is chaos and chaos is freedom… well fuck…

You’ll only ever be as confused as I ever was

How was I to know that living wasn’t enough?
That being here wasn’t going to be enough to fill a soul…

Hope all is well… sleep tight knowing… not a single one of us got it right…