Blackout #222

I wonder where God went. He was always there before

Flights of Fancy

Blessing and a curse When the gods smile down upon us For their whims of fancy Do not always go in our favor -Kel Dayheart

I'm all out of faith It died a quiet death When I was only eight It was laid to rest Right beside him -Kel Dayheart

Maybe I should Take this as an Omen But I have never been The superstitious type -Kel Dayheart

Don't you go standing up for that man's beliefs.

Gold fever Is a disease That never ended In those mines -Kel Dayheart

Second- hand faith Gives me no comfort Like it did my father -Kel Dayheart

She was anointed with dust in silence.

To break the unbreakable You need to bring it down Off its pedestal And make it human -Kel Dayheart

We speak of evil
In terms so much grander