Ruminations on death.

I’ve been to war and been to peace, war always wins. Death always wins. I’ve seen much of it, If you live you’r still dead in many ways. No one got away and comes back… except for the odd psychopath… which is another question for another time. I’ve met a fair few SF whose psychopathy I question. 

My son died in my arms when he was 18yrs from a rare bone cancer… death won again… so my life has never had a god do something miraculous to save an innocent, or stop carnage. Give me peace of mind. I don’t know if people really really know how much faith is required for a true belief in God? Too much for me as you will see, if you are kind enough to read this.

I have seen misguided belief causing death and destruction not to think it goes both ways. I sometimes write about the Devil, but it’s a metaphor, to acknowledge the Devil would be to acknowledge God. Thank you for your time.

 

Rumination’s on death.

The Jehovah’s came to my portal
they said “we’ll save you”
but i’d already sold my soul
so I called them liars and slammed my door.

A man in a white collar
fucked my disbelief
he told me he’d save me
but I said he served a thief.

ohhh mama we’ll all reach the end
I’ve known for a long time
when I knew my mind would bend
so I thought of the bullet its relief it would send.

Wandering through the cemetery
looking at the rocks
i wasn’t really bothered
i’d took too many knocks.

They say I write so darkly
and something has to change
but i’ve seen the reality
and life is just a mange.

They say come smile again
give us all a laugh
but I just stood naked in the street
and gave myself a bath.

Death is the biggest joke
it tells so many lies
but in the end you just lay on down
and up that chimney fly!

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