Can you hope
to guarantee
the truth
of conclusion
The paradox
of confirmation
the duality
of illusion
Can you swear
on ten bibles
only lying
on nine
With assurances
granted
before losing
— your mind
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
yeah, i went in
and i picked up a novel and took it to the counter
she said, "oooh, i do like this one. so heartbreaking and inescapable.
it's about being dislocated from friends and numbing routine and desire."
i said, "it's not for me, it's for my mate, bill."
the bloke behind the counter came over and whispered to me,
"before death, i will be recognised
as an expert fencer. all we have left is fantasy or the examination of the self."
his name badge read 'peter'
he had the phlegmatic charm of a proto-slacker
he handed me the receipt and
i ate it in front of him
If you die it is advised to be quiet
It is best to have someone by your side
To touch your hand, to comb your hair
If you have hair it is even better
To have warm socks placed on your feet
By a loved one who will remember you
It is special as you slip into the future
Speaking from experience this is the truth
If you die and you are a robot
It is suggested to arrest your circuitry
Keep a battery of bibles by your side
Keep them alive in hopes of a resurrection
If not, there is always the hope of electric
In the after life of power as suggested
Almighty
Bible
Created
Delivers
Each
Freedom
Giving
Holy
Immortality
Jesus
Kingdom
Leaves
Mankind
Newness
Offering
Peace
Quickly
Receiving
Salvation
Then
Uniting
Victoriously
With
Xeroxing
Yearning
Zealously
My cousin has seen many Bibles that people have thrown away.
Bibles are our greatest possessions, the world has seen better days.
The Bible is like a letter from God and that makes it unique.
It can help us to gain eternal life, that's what we should seek.
The words in the Bible can bring peace even when things seem gray.
The Bible is our greatest possession so please don't throw yours away.
Rip the ropes to pieces,
Tear the bible to shreds?
Leave alone, dusty and unread
And soon the grip releases.
But his love never ceases.
And is held in my chest by threads.
As the numbers of evil increases,
I bleed many colors of reds.
All the loosened binding chains releases?
The hatred that spreads
With the evil things that are said.
When the line between heaven and hell creases...
The good in the world decreases.
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