SteelThunderAxe
"Who am I speaking with?"
"What do we see when we die?"
"Is Heaven real?"
"Should I believe in God?"
My voice trembles and my hands shake. My mouth goes dry. I lose all color, looking like a spirit myself.
It follows me..
I'll never forget those voices. The way they resonated through my bones when I heard their responses. Always searching, forever shaken.
Santa trotted down the stairs
His lungs full of good news
The elves would have a new reindeer to take care of soon!
They all screamed "Hooray!"
And put their work away
Santa's workshop would be closed for the day
Drinking, old guys, gambling, stories, the same stories again, drinking.
I walk, once more, into the same musty building I was "saved" in.
Just to reach my seat, I have to push through whispers and lies and hatred
The only time I feel redeemed, is when I walk out through those same doors I walked in through.
Fresh air.
Congregation of the hypocrites.
I call this one, Puppy Stuck In a Well....
lololololololololol "Priorities"
Hel ll ll ooo
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
I will gladly hit this button and wish for a better word tomorrow.
Freshman year.... Ahhh. Bitter oh so sweet memories.
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