We withstand the harvested fields when they’re long gone.

We make a mockery of satanic enterprise.

And we lose time waiting for an answer.

My day will not deprive me of the goodness in my labor,

or the fruitless tribe that weeds it’s garden on someone else’s crop.

When we think bigger,

we pursue greater,

And the depth in our hands will fold over.

Had not you asked for anything,

You wouldn’t be so starved.

To every lesson-there’s a fast; to every pollen allergy-there’s a season.

Place not one foot in front of God,

And you resume to your wish.

It will give you much trouble to resist the urge to learn more of self,

Though,

a simple peak,

overseeing the valley,

Will be your next step to destroying the damned and conquering cheek to cheek.

If they worry about you.

Then tell them the greatest story ever told,

a simple white lie will do,

And to repent your unforgettable sins;

To lie awake on spiked steel floors.

The hardest hat trick is to try,

And moving past an eerie shadow,

Only to remember there was ever no one chasing you to begin with.