It Is Better To Be

Pity The Meek, For They Shall Inherit The Earth.

Old Godheads Sink In Space And Drown Their Arks Like Foundered Galleons Sucked Down.

An Old Stomach Reforms More Whiskey Drinkers Than A New Resolve.

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.

Fire Is Beautiful And We Know That If We Get Too Close It Will Kill Us But What Does That Matter It Is Better To Be Happy For A Moment And Be Burned Up With Beauty Than To Live A Long Time And Be Bored All The While