Offering #1: An Unfulfilled Promise

In a note to self, years ago, I promised to rekindle a flame.

The last of a dying breed must last; a life is worth more than a name.

And since we’re dying we must multiply, the water will only continue to rise.

Peace be the gods is what we used to say, now we just close our eyes.

The last book I read said God is dead, but we certainly know the truth.

Just another classic case of the angry guy with regrets from his youth.

For the passionate who have come to pray to be liberated from the man.

Time will come, we shall succeed; hold on as long as you can.