I built me a religion from the broken bones of truth. Bits of gods I sewed together, their skin was dead and dry as leather. I gave it the heart of an old machine, pumpin' whiskey, oil, and gasoline. It had fuel injection, power brakes and a poisonous smile like a rattlesnake's. I gave it a license to kill and a license to drive. It wasn't quite dead, nearly alive... It had television eyes, evangelical charm, and the mouth of a combine that was rusting behind the barn. It didn't look much like Jesus, more like the Reverend Jesse James ridin' a Harley Davidson, spewin' black blood and flames. I'd worship it every Sunday and every Halloween; I'd sacrifice my sanity and feed it scarey dreams. We would dance out in the graveyard every time it rained. I killed that damn Religion, my soul forever stained. Now I worship Nothing, it's a safe bet, for sure: it's safer to worship Nothing 'cause Nothing will endure
Reason for writing:
Hum... some things never last
Birth sign: Cancer
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