Terminal

in the eyes of the smallest reflection

pours the soul of a man departed

from this unforgiving landscape of

useless plunder

and yet i wonder

where were you when the divine descended down and bathed the earth in blood?

unaware

unaware

coldly, coldly unaware

for each his own

maker and redeemer

foolish creeping schemer

a little man holding a

book about self-preservation

and sanctified enslavement

hour after hour

the day goes on

and the parade of

undeserving lechers

moves on into the future

leaving behind

a trail of castaways

searching for fields of

lust and honey

fourteen steps to the top of mount idontgivadamn and i'm so fucking tired, all i want to do is take a bath and sleep for 24 hours.

where did that come from?

oh yeah i remember

it's called bible school here in the heartland

i don't know what the rest of the world calls it

send the kids off to church for two weeks in the summer

let them learn about all gods great glory

while the parents earn those dollars

to pay for mortgages, cadillacs and other assorted sins

the last time i went to bible school the only thing i learned

was how to make a pipe bomb

true story

it was the last day and the only thing the youth councilor

did was tell us about the day him and his cousin

blew a hole in the side of his uncles barn

i told you that story to tell you this one

there is only one thing to remember when looking for the answers to the questions that you find scattered along life's endless highway of curves, hills and run on sentences....don't forget to.....................

this concludes our broadcast day


cue national anthem