One by One
10/08/06, 09:51 PM
So yeah, I read something random a long ass time ago in a newspaper about some dude and a religious fanatic getting into a long winded argument about God and whether or not the bible wasn't fucked with being handed down through disciples and generations and generations of people of different backgrounds and ethnicities and it caused me to write this like a year ago... ya know just for kicks. So yeah, you can try and get through it, but it's about an essay long... so if not, I don't really care.
Romancing God with a begging mouth, your prayers are never answered and your resolve gets trounced. No one knows for sure who or what wrote down all of these religions, but I have to say that we are trying now, trying to believe beyond this shitty town, trying to find another form of escapism out. Everyone, button up and listen.
The weather was getting cold and my breath could be seen as I pioneered a new testament of prosperity. The trees were undressing themselves, losing all their leaves as the cold and bitter breeze blew through my even colder teeth. I was taking a long and stretched out saunter with progression in my head, and as the definition of a wanderer, I was feeling so convoluted. I was philosophizing my future stepping over sidewalk cracks as I got further and further away from where I was going next, but then I saw the cathedral and you were standing on the steps, bellowing out the name of god to anyone that would pass. It was a starless Thursday evening, but you were dressed in Sundays best. It seemed you werent all there, but you were just dedicated to the craft. You saw me in the distance and you thought I was drawing in, so you said come closer, I came closer, and we shared a conversation. We started talking about the weather and how frigid were our hands and then you pulled out a bible and thats when I said I've no need for that. You asked me what my religion was and I said I had my own and then you shouted at me like a parent does when a child does something wrong. I didnt comprehend you, but I wasnt sure if I cared to know. You were a withered plant drying up so fast it was amazing that you could ever grow. You asked me what my beliefs were and I said either way, theyre probably wrong and then I said I was an optimist believing in the greater good. And it went on and on and on and on, we talked about all the different proverbs and all the different psalms, but you were quite interruptive as I was trying tell you how easy it is to trust a belief when everything else got you lost.
I could tell you werent a commendable preacher because you didnt ever really listen. You just gave me a talking to and a sermon on the truth or just waited on your turn to speak again. You must have spent your whole life throwing bibles at strangers, instilling the wrath of god in spiritual rivals. Beating them nearly half to death over all the deeds they could do wrong next. Trying real hard, trying to sound your best, with saintly beliefs enclosed and kept in a 20 year old bible under your king-sized bed as you look forward to revival at your death instead of a grave in the ground. And yes, thats what we all wish for, but some views you have to understand will be different. We arent going to believe the same metaphors when no ones got a proof of relevance. Some people believe in the subtleties that everyone will be judged on good nature and morality, but I think and I believe that once we're deceased it'll all go back to the way it's supposed to be I always figured it would be something that's never been seen. We're something, it's something.
I told the preacher as I left him that I believed his eyes were only half open and he said to me that soon I'd see and then he shouted blasphemy and said "Son you'll be the first victim when it's all said and done." I told him that's his opinion and kept walking down the block, He kept shouting and I kept walking as the stars were coming out. The difference in our outlooks and how he casts down every miniscule thing thats wrong made me feel better about where I stood under the sky in whatever plot. I hope we get to where we're going.
Romancing God with a begging mouth, your prayers are never answered and your resolve gets trounced. No one knows for sure who or what wrote down all of these religions, but I have to say that we are trying now, trying to believe beyond this shitty town, trying to find another form of escapism out. Everyone, button up and listen.
The weather was getting cold and my breath could be seen as I pioneered a new testament of prosperity. The trees were undressing themselves, losing all their leaves as the cold and bitter breeze blew through my even colder teeth. I was taking a long and stretched out saunter with progression in my head, and as the definition of a wanderer, I was feeling so convoluted. I was philosophizing my future stepping over sidewalk cracks as I got further and further away from where I was going next, but then I saw the cathedral and you were standing on the steps, bellowing out the name of god to anyone that would pass. It was a starless Thursday evening, but you were dressed in Sundays best. It seemed you werent all there, but you were just dedicated to the craft. You saw me in the distance and you thought I was drawing in, so you said come closer, I came closer, and we shared a conversation. We started talking about the weather and how frigid were our hands and then you pulled out a bible and thats when I said I've no need for that. You asked me what my religion was and I said I had my own and then you shouted at me like a parent does when a child does something wrong. I didnt comprehend you, but I wasnt sure if I cared to know. You were a withered plant drying up so fast it was amazing that you could ever grow. You asked me what my beliefs were and I said either way, theyre probably wrong and then I said I was an optimist believing in the greater good. And it went on and on and on and on, we talked about all the different proverbs and all the different psalms, but you were quite interruptive as I was trying tell you how easy it is to trust a belief when everything else got you lost.
I could tell you werent a commendable preacher because you didnt ever really listen. You just gave me a talking to and a sermon on the truth or just waited on your turn to speak again. You must have spent your whole life throwing bibles at strangers, instilling the wrath of god in spiritual rivals. Beating them nearly half to death over all the deeds they could do wrong next. Trying real hard, trying to sound your best, with saintly beliefs enclosed and kept in a 20 year old bible under your king-sized bed as you look forward to revival at your death instead of a grave in the ground. And yes, thats what we all wish for, but some views you have to understand will be different. We arent going to believe the same metaphors when no ones got a proof of relevance. Some people believe in the subtleties that everyone will be judged on good nature and morality, but I think and I believe that once we're deceased it'll all go back to the way it's supposed to be I always figured it would be something that's never been seen. We're something, it's something.
I told the preacher as I left him that I believed his eyes were only half open and he said to me that soon I'd see and then he shouted blasphemy and said "Son you'll be the first victim when it's all said and done." I told him that's his opinion and kept walking down the block, He kept shouting and I kept walking as the stars were coming out. The difference in our outlooks and how he casts down every miniscule thing thats wrong made me feel better about where I stood under the sky in whatever plot. I hope we get to where we're going.