refrain from anger, and forsake wrath! fret not yourself; it tends only to evil. and yet you still do not wish to atone! take my hand, allow me to help you. together we will walk through eden's gate, deputy. without us, without joseph you will be lost forever.
a shut gate seems made of ivory , doesn’t it ? / @gcdsaved
YOU WOULD MAKE A LOVELY PREACHER , B A P T I S T .
he speaks ; OH HE TALKS SO MUCH ! and there is - conviction , there is truth , there is a dream , somewhere in there , buried in the rubbled smoke of a granduer more than self , ISN’T THERE ? there is so much trembling devotion there , even you can hear it - but there is also - OH , DESPERATION !
there is an aching desperation . a befitting struggle to keep hands grasped upon the tail - end of something wanted so deeply that it CUTS , a need , a soul burning need in that fevor of yours , JOHN SEED , and it is that cursed empathy of yours that it aches in you , too .
it must be that bone deep shallow depth desperation of yours , baptist , that keeps you just a herald in this garden . it’s a guess , yes , but you have always been a lucky guesser , and it is YOUR EARS NOW , anyways that must listen to him speak now .
anger ? you laugh . it’s a gasped , choking noise . you are not angry . you are MANIC . YOU ARE MANIC . and without john talking , you would be spiraling , in p a n i c .
you are so , so tired , that voice speaking through the static of your radio a powerful thing . a POWERFUL , POWERFUL THING . ( give in ! some tiny part of you cries . give in ! BUT THEY NEED ME , rocks your heart give in ! it says anyways , persistant and desperate like john’s preaching . give in ! BUT I AM SO FUCKING AFRAID , and it is drowned out to a murmur once more )
` John, ” you press down on the walkie ; you are so , so tired . ` I’m trying to sleep, ” like this were nothing more than a roommate , just this shy too loud. like - as if you could sleep at all . ` Just - shut up, okay? ”