it’s all the same to me

hands clasped in prayer, eyes screwed shut
crawl a mile on your knees; all for what?
devil on your shoulder, angel in the wind
wail for redemption, surely it’s the end.
sinners, cynics – laugh at the sky
one thing is certain, we are all gonna die!



turn away

Do not face the sun.
Solar flare, corona glare
negative imprint retinal scar
turn away, turn away
Deepening night, indigo blue
shadow hands touch future
long before I do