Words of Agnostic

Preacher tempts us to ride For us to be salvage From the river of hell Their words blinded The eyes of many But I belong to the few Who would rather choose To swim at the canal of torture If that'll be the price of my action We are all stained With myriads of peccadilloes The salvaging lie The perfume of lust The chest of greed Such nature of human But what's my point? Nothing, nothing at all I would rather say Continue to drink the celestial milk That seems filled your thirst Because, my earthy venture Was sealed of dark and lonely travel But pity me not Because we might just Have the same fate The seems hope of paradise Bestowed to you by sages Might just a world of fairy tales A clear sky myth Just an eyes closed journey Towards the hole of oblivion 8/27/2016 Mysterious_aries