The Gods slayed a saint today.
Tore a hero off a shelf and threw it up to heaven.
God caught her on his thrown and tossed her into a built up pile of forgotten souls. Not once stopping to acknowledge her battle scars or her comforting aroma of Butterworths pancakes.
Just tossed her to the side. Stole her away from me... to
what? Build an empire of nobodies who were once somebodies to somebody?
Preachers tell me I am misguided.
I calmly correct them.
Let them know that their "God" I once confided in let me in on a little secret.
He told me that we are all puppets. Selfish people playing tug of war with a masked vigilante. He told me we have all failed. "Accept the bitter truths of reality child. There is NOTHING out there for you."
I felt stupid at first..
Thought life was a lost cause.. a test of Darwin's theory or perhaps the Lords patience.
I came to understand quickly, that life's a bitter symphony of broken Julliard's that chose freedom over fame. The music plays on and it's soft and when the silence overcomes, it gives you something to hold on to. but when you're busy, you don't listen. ignore the most beautiful stanzas.. Only opening your ears for mistakes.

They laughed and called me crazy.
I can see how they don't comprehend my ways. So I just told them that freedom is often misunderstood and continued to seek out brighter days.

Oh nation.
You are all just puppetry and the lord has an invisible string wrapped around your necks..