Brethren mind where the lord goes
touch it with no angst
as he is a forgiver,
Perhaps I am not
Before I went there I thought
it was of a gone era
things removed from my truth
known only to me
none of the rest matter
they see nothing past a single existence
Where do they go
this thought demands of me
In the times where I ruled
on a high lowliness
Dredging up the false sky
seems so futile
for this time
and a new truth has been found
away from that deception
Can it remove the tax
on my existence
A reminder