A Prayer for the Overwhelmed
Some people choose to live madder than a hatter on a hungry god's platter. Others choose to live a little more gracefully. Me? I plunge deep and hope I don't drown or get eaten by the real creatures, the demigods of the abyss.
The following poem (or prayer?) was left for me a couple of days ago. It was etched into the top of my wooden desk:
Jo, Jo
It's in the flow
Call upon the Father
Or rest within the water
Angels of the fire
Demons of the sky
Servants bound together
Through the deeds that you require
Freedom or Fates
The next world awaits
Brave the colors and grieve
Then listen for another's Eve
I guess somebody doesn't feel I'm worried enough about my daughter. Is this a threat? Is it a set of instructions? Both?
Jesus! How much am I supposed to handle all at once?
Last night, the blood drifters were having some fun. They've taken their audio performances to a whole new level. I recorded their new ditty next to what is likely the world's ugliest statue of the Holy Virgin.
What the hell is going on?
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