they say:
1. love is heaven’s last disguise.
2. heaven changes it's clothes and course to keep us alive.
3. god cuts his wings so we can keep breathing just for one more day.
4. everyday we wake up in our bed, we die somewhere else.

(a God for me can be a Satan for you. same reflection, different face.
one you bow to, one you deny.)

every morning, we’re worn too thin.
slipping under our skins, in the hours we misplace, or the words we swallow.

(perseverance to me is just another thing we’re told to hunger for
but only until we rot beneath the surface of our needs.)

need is:
1. an in-between place, a threshold you cannot inhabit, but you must pass through.)
2. a putrid sense of not belonging that comes from belonging.
3. a hollowed-out ache, the soft decay of wanting to fit.
4. feet nailed to the ground.
5. sky that tastes like seashells and detainment.

(here, saints are expected to kneel.
but before a Godly Satan or a Satanly God is yet to be decided.
before they call them saints, they make sure the fire's been stoked.)

what of the immoralists?
they watch the horse burn without running for the water, without the instinct to save.

(there’s no salvation in watching flames lick the earth.
but there’s surely something holy in doing nothing.
we have to to move on to the next broken thing begging to be made whole again.)

when dignity fails probability and when taxes don't fill stomachs, God and Satan will mingle.
the only thing we will have left to do is hold up a bleak mirror
against the absurdity of spirituality and systems.
when the pacifiers are ripped from the mouths of God and Satan
the universe will step forward and speak in its own tongue.