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Prayer For i
Paging Father Mercy on the Jesus Frequency
sending out my signals along cosmic strings
travelling the path of infinity in space
reaching the mind that rocks reality in its cradle
saying, "I'm lost, send help. I'm lost."
"Get off the hookah
get off the snake
deliver your soul to God
you'll have white teeth
and a pocket full of joy
Your very own integral piece of Time's endless puzzle
signed away to a God Who Doesn't Exist
unless you think about it with enough conviction
Tearing down my antenna from the Jesus Ether
Ending my messages past the quarks and the quasars
Entering in waves behind the eyes to which i belong
Creating a separate path through the space-time curvature
i'm unsatisfied with His Answer
Stephen,this is really sad!umm..why if you chose to believ something,would you not choose God?i would think that would give you the most joy and peace.just open up your mind and heart(and heart)the mind is not the answer to all things! te amo te amo
guinevere
dear god.
I cannot think I cannot believe or explain anymore. pray to the last little bit of hope and comfort that is left. Let it lift you up, higher and higher, in your own wonderful illusion. Don't destroy their imagination. It makes you see how funny hopelesness and weakness can affect them.Study their pitiful riddiculousness, little dreamer.