love is the only exit strategy worth living for
bars of gold
brass medals
iron cross
and you are just a clay figurine
keeping your head down
rushed
running for cover
undone by desires
don’t you think finding purpose masqueraded as finding meaning for too long?
turn around
look me in the eyes
whatever you become I have been before:
a fool
if you see me shed tears
I am lying to you
I am not attached to anything
money
memories
bread
mean nothing since I made sense of my prayers
angels
demons
ready to start over when you are
first come
first served
gore sunsets have taught me
not all the preachers danced to the tune of big God
first served
gore sunsets have taught me
not all the preachers danced to the tune of big God