I wrote this at work. It's very Mewithoutyou influenced:

It seemed so easy how you led my blind eyes astray. What did I expect from a blind man guiding the way? Like a felt-tip marker on a Bible page, my foolish words of ignorance and rage bled through the message we've believed for billions of days. No longer literate of parable and praise. Only jet black stains translated into foolish paraphrase. Now, at this eleventh hour, when there's no truth to read... I realize how much more of my silence the world actually needs.




shalom.