Goddess

speak Goddesses, Jewish and Greek Goddesses, and turn these men to stone who persecute me. Release me from this bondage. My enemies pursue me with clever words and they would make my grave. Take my emotions and elevate them to the heavens from pleroma sits and turn hawks into doves. Do not forsake me. How many days and nights til something new comes, how many days and nights until real renewal comes. I destroy myself of out guilt and become sick of speech. Save me from myself. It's so hard to be good these days. Words have no meaning. Everything is an exaggeration because nothing is being done. We are heading toward the great 0... nothing begin done or undone... a zero sum game, endelssly parading as the new when nothing really happens. what is the point of living. what is the point of dying. life is but a day and you'd like to think that you made life better, but NO endless nothingness.