Would a god ever truly be merciful? Does it even understand such humanly invented beliefs of the swift and the gentle embrace that ceases agony? Would it really?
Because up against the eternities of Heaven’s endless bliss until you’re an empty husk of indifference and merely exist as yet another flower to his garden, would that be a mercy for what any of us suffer? Or that is forever unfathomable for us to where we only prospect it as a gateway, a reward.
It only seems so much like a limelight now.
I was dealing with eczema at midnight and couldn’t sleep, sorry mates!
















