Praise be the Broken God
One day, you're gonna grow up and realize all the things you fought for were for nothing.
One day, you'll wake up and realize everything you've done until this point has achieved nothing.
There is little you can do to stop it.
We've all gone through it.
It's a generational experience, a rite of passage, you might say.
The world will keep spinning as you find yourself breaking into pieces.
Your world will fall from beneath your feet and a million passersby will only glance as you lay collapsed on the cold, hard, pavement.
There is little you can do to stop it.
It is a rite of passage.
You will die.
This is a rite of passage.
Feel honored as you are reshaped by hands unseen and made into something better.
Something greater.
Your shattered mind will be remade into something glorious and new.
You will become a shining glass flower whose shards reflect holy light unto the world.
You will break, and you will become
Holy