How did we get here? Why are we here? Is there a god? Is there anything? There has to be – it is in our insinct to believe in something. We are insignificant, I don’t know. I don’t believe the theory that God created the world from swirling mist. I do believe that in some… Continue reading Origin.
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Crimson Red
My head if full and throbbing Inside, my soul is sobbing I’ve done everything that I can do I’ve answered the call as if on cue I’ve worked my way through my life And all the while overwhelmed by strife
Suicide
Oh…this really hurts, so sharp is the pain But the sacrifice is worth all the gain Look at my river as it flows Draining my soul of all its woes The tingles begin in my fingers Spreading slowly as it lingers