Day Ninety Two-Ruined By Chaos Ruined… a condition you claim as the result of your presence in my world of confusion, made less so by headwaters that yield a river of newly revived hopes and dreams left in stagnant eddies of "you’ll never amount to anything," and "enough is less than you will ever be"… Ruined… belief in tired dogma, drilled into a skull that didn’t know any better, and bore the burr holes of politically correct labels that never were, the blinding light of truth meant to obscure, rather than reveal… Ruined… lessons of false prophets who try to convince rather than enlighten, twist reality to God’s ends, without consulting the crowing Cock, and thrice denying salvation for the comfortable place that is complacency… Ruined… the desirable condition in which you leave me, content in blissful ignorance of what I do not have, never wanted, and happily live without, because… Ruined… is the one thing I will never be, so long as your pulse beats in rhythm with mine…
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 08:21:25 +0000
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