Ads plague the windshield. Divinely contagious.
Skid marks of proof decorate the road.
Maybe it's my conscience..
the floating island sobered by God, or could be chemical.
You know I'd do anything to go back and save him.
Ruse for the family. Make them feel pretty one last time before we have to go.
Civilized people brutalize people. Torn by the jaws of the digital.
I've tired my conscience..
the floating island sobered by God. Once it was beautiful.
You know I'd do anything to go back and save him.
Everlast sunshine. Everlast headline.
Idol.
Minister, I drink the water. Spit it out. Circling a full mutation, I pause.
I can hear the silent prayer you shouted now.
Underwater. Underwater parlor.
Complete with electricity and perks like entertainment to avoid speaking.
I will never fall asleep. I'll go to extreme measures to avoid dreaming.
Liquored, I rifle the tabletop. I have killed who I was when we met.
Truculent rain trickles tease the communal crop, but we've already harvested all we can.
We age in alarm. Declaration means nothing if I cannot see him myself. Can I see for myself?
Miracle. Semidark. As I raise my hands, I feel the presence of God.
We are found.
We have always been found.