The truth of scripture is this:
you were never meant...
O God, I have no excuse.
I knew it was wrong before I did it...
I keep replaying
Scenes I swore I buried...
Scrolling through the shouting
Everybody drawing lines...
Honesty is not spotless hands
or a mouth that has never trembled...
Two natures beat within my beast:
One is foul, one is blessed...
Oh name
a field of endless contest...
In villages where bread was thin
And grief still clung to door and bone...
Physics and AI,
drafting humanity for yet another con job...
Religions are not the destination;
they are veils of mercy...
In the vastness of time,
I have been allocated this space...
So much has come and gone for me.
At the foot of the mountain once again...