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A god's Strawberry Cake
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Thoughts If I find a lover,
It won't find me, as won't I.
But it will, as will I,
Be attracted to the other.
Cupid has reigned for millennia,
and now, the God reigns supreme once more.
But he is no God.
He is but a force.
Yet the force has drive in my hand.
I've tossed dice before and prayed.
An original prayer to a God
I was not even conscience I believed in.
That hand, who's ever's, hand a right twist.
But
Tis difficult to see the difference
between his hand and coincidences'.
Argh, may one find peace among a floor of daggers.
May one find piece of themselves.
May one find a god. Or may one absolutely hate a god.
May one create a universe in which they are god.
And the situation is the same.
But I am no priest, much less pilgrim and worshiper.
I speak of religion souly.
Solely I speak of religion to show my ideas.
(May all my ideas be shoved in the watchful eyes of the doctor)
I have many ideas.
On politics.
On love.
On life.
On religion.
On all there is I can conceive in my mind.
On infinity. (Tis I claim to know, but never will I)
But we all know, they don't matter.
Nothing matters,
What you believe.
Who you follow.
Where your path leads.
Especially: why.
Why and how are the mind killers.
They cause misunderstanding and unknowing.
Misunderstanding and unknowing cause fear.
And we all know fear is the mind killer.
