'I wonder where my score card stands with God.'
This is an actual thought that I had just now. I profess that there is no hell and that we are all from the same beam of glowing light... but when I concede to my innermostself, what do I really believe?
Am I just one of the horses on the Great White Way, dashing, tripping, gal-a-vanting to the finish line, hoping to hear the horn as my nose graces the line as I get into heaven by a nose, just in the knick of time.
What have I done?
Where does it lie in the scheme of things that are done?
Does HE really care?
Why's it gotta be a Guy? Always a fuckin' guy!
"She may be the beauty or the beast... the famine or the feast..."
This is an actual thought that I had just now. I profess that there is no hell and that we are all from the same beam of glowing light... but when I concede to my innermostself, what do I really believe?
Am I just one of the horses on the Great White Way, dashing, tripping, gal-a-vanting to the finish line, hoping to hear the horn as my nose graces the line as I get into heaven by a nose, just in the knick of time.
What have I done?
Where does it lie in the scheme of things that are done?
Does HE really care?
Why's it gotta be a Guy? Always a fuckin' guy!
"She may be the beauty or the beast... the famine or the feast..."
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