So many questions…?




Why do I?

Why do I keep shadowing insanity…?

Repeating its redundancy-

Mortgaging my time to Hypothetical Fears.

My Thoughts circle the pools of

imagination, amidst a barren wishland,

Where un-captured dreams roam-

Why can’t  they find a home…?

“Why has the eye’s of my hope grown dim?!”

(A Voice is shown like a guiding light emerging from the dark mist speaking)

“Why do you question my Love towards you?

That same love I had, I have, so much so, I brusied a rose to make amends,

An atonement for your Sin.”

“So Your life may begin again.”


“Why do you question?”

“Don’t you believe Me….?”

– As Jesus started on his way, a man ran up to him and fell on his knees before him. “Good teacher,” he asked, “what must I do toinherit eternal life?”

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