QUOTE : is it i, who have dragged the latter of linger from the shadows<br />the smell of death from the pits; the footprints where no one steps<br />the pitiful thoughts of nostalgia, hate?<br />the love for another, hate for myself, of human feeling?<br />is it i? falling from the skies was the son of God, or his enemy?<br />constantly torn between sun and shade, the good and not<br />weighing scales of justice, the path to good grace<br />living a lie for a heaven only dreamed; the preacher man's belly<br />sweet wine and sour, deceit before the holy bible, of the preacher man's tongue<br />testaments of old and new, what to follow for truth, what is new to old laws<br />laws of the land, of the people, laws broken, held against ourselves<br />is it i? to think of Christ Jesus, or His Father in Heaven, or the holy spirit<br />solemn: my thoughts running wild, the second coming of who we love<br />who we do not; who we believe in; who we want to follow; or not<br />is it i? who is afraid, or the voices in my head? of Jacob's ladder?<br />buried in myself; afraid of the light, afraid of change.<br />is it i? in low, bottomless pits,holds the crucifix in high esteem;<br />soar lips preaching testaments in disbelief?<br />of what we have become, what we are, what we live to not see<br />is it i? who have dragged myself to this? or this bottomless thoughts?