Who knows?
None but myself.
Who has experienced?
None but myself.
Who cares?
Surely, none but myself.

I used to hate the smell of cigarettes because they reminded me of you. And all the bad decisions you had made. They reminded me of the late night calls begging for a rescue. They reminded me of the broken window and bloodstained hand. You were so addicted to the things that lead to your demise. But you've traded your cigarettes and ***** for Christ and a bible. And you've bargained for your forgiveness and prayed for some redemption. But I still hate the smell of cigarettes, because they serve as a reminder of just how easy it is to spark the things we think will give us healing, but end up catching fire and destroy us.

A myth of spirits
Of flesh and belief

A world of great pain
And those who beg for relief

The naked the starving
Began to praise the sun

They feared it and loved it
They proclaimed it to be the one

This formula was genetic
Imprinted on the brain of every man

A timeless devotion
A naïve emotion as old as sand

Disputes, disagreements
Blind pledged allegiance and war

The body counts rise
As the worshipers die and what for?

So self-righteous believers
Can say they did right

Counterproductive destruction
And senseless fights

So let’s stop this nonsense now
At once

And believe in ourselves
And just be thankful for the sun

Do not depend you need not defend
Its exuberant light is fastened so tight in eternity and shall not come undone

It will not do for you
It can only provide you light

It allows you to look clearly
And decipher wrong from right

Although it’s subjective
And moral objectives are rarely the same

Let us rejoice and throw up our voice
For ourselves without remorse or shame