I have this notion that one day I will drown in the ocean; I will prepare for this forthcoming event, great swills, Followed with cheers and jubilation; death is the attraction. Chartered for sea a course unknown, I find myself not alone. Many proclaim that they are ready, plot a course lets be steady. All aboard and above see no land, encouraging a band. Guests all proclaim this a wonderful site, a heavenly delight; When it comes dark, the moon will give light, for faces to fright. Everyone dances with cackle in voices; the whole sordid lot rejoices. Our vessel has stopped adrift in time; there is only now, all had come and all had passed; it was time for the last. I motion forward all alone, see a firestorm home. I take this leap, in I sink deep, deeper and deeper. Faith gets me through this, onward I go till there is more. I see it ahead; it burns bright, could it be the final good night? I don't believe 'it can't be true'; Gods wearing Armani and Gucci too, The fucking hypocrite, he sold me out; made a deal—now Jesus is Steel. He gives away tokens when you buy two souls or more. This god rises before me; heavenly bolts sent to scold me, I hear nothing from his voice and he quickly tries to redress; in hindsight he should have worn his Sunday best. Nothing has digressed and upon his shoulder his conscience reveals; the mistakes that he has dealt, the laughter he keeps under belt. I hit him with mite, "get yourself over to the MUSE message board site!"