I look into the future
and I see nothing but suffering, if I go the way of other men.
Many of them are happy, for a time
and many of them are tortured, for years
I always keep my ears open
for the truth
I talk to my pastor
He knows I like him
even though I never tell him
He probably thinks it’s because he knows Greek and Latin
but it’s because he reminds me of a cult leader.
I enjoy his charisma and his knowledge
even if he has some plugged-in beliefs
“Would you like to meet for coffee?”
“Sure!” I said.
When I get there, he’s working on his sermon. He’s bald and he has enormous hands. He’s a carpenter, like Jesus, and he has a Ph.D. in Theology.
I don’t have any authority in my life.
which means that I don’t have a doctor, a dentist…
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