prayer
Treadmilling... up in the morning... off to work... back in the evening... eat and vegetate... down at night... one day the blood and sacrifice will be rewarded and it will all make sense.
Don't make me question lest I argue
Don't give me the truth lest I must act
Don't free me from my suffering...
This is what makes me good.
Deep inside I crave the rapture
Even armageddon would give some release
Never stopped to think that if I was Jesus
I would not have wanted me strapped on that cross
Clusterfucked ?
Your choice.
Don't make me question lest I argue
Don't give me the truth lest I must act
Don't free me from my suffering...
This is what makes me good.
Deep inside I crave the rapture
Even armageddon would give some release
Never stopped to think that if I was Jesus
I would not have wanted me strapped on that cross
Clusterfucked ?
Your choice.
posted by slippedstream at 11:21 AM
2 Comments:
Do people who are sleeping have any choices at all? Maybe that's why masters have to be so disagreeable, to skrik the sleepers wakker for a few seconds and give them a chance to chose whether or not to choose...
Guess that's the definition of sleeping huh ? No choices... just being swept along as if in a dream...
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