Danger in the unknown, a humble act

Push forward foolhardy citizens of the world, push forward denizens of righteousness and reclaim the only thing which is yours by right. Reclaim your everlasting and unstoppable right to live and die, thinking of the enemy,I would emphazise that die. Push forward to find death in the bosom of your oh so truthful and totally negligent mother which have forced death upon you as thorns upon roses. Push forward to the one solemn vow you have made as living beings of her warmth and surrender to the cycle of life. One for all and all for death!

Because how sweet would the flower of life be, the sheer sight of a naked woman's back in the morning sunlight as her chest gently rise gently fall to the echo of her heart. Tell me how sweet would the crisp and pristine smell of your mother's newly baked bread be to your oh so joyous nostrils if not for the price paid upon encountering the ferryman? They say life is spent in the shadow of death but I can see no shadow. Live is spent in the company of death, while they eat and drink at the fair council of their master Chaos, who really only cares for himself and his narcissistic wheel of eternity forward and backward. When one seeks a good word for the actions of our oh so gracious lord and ruler I would be so bold to suggest "churning". Everlasting and everchurning he keeps the hamster's wheel spinning, spinning, spinning. Reluctant and still relentlessly he performs the task, collects the wages and ends his shift. I can not see why to fear what is me and what I shall not escape and still I find danger in the unknown. Is my oh so humble mind therefore limited to the safe haven of its inner sanctum? Aye so it may be and pass as the churning continues, and then Poe's crow tiredly shouts his "nevermore, nevermore".

Tell me was not even our gracious lord Jesus aware as the iron pierced his hands and ankles? Did he not at least receive a message via his satellite intercom that something failed and that the unconscious, unbiased, unprejudiced and unexistent mind of what we believe conscious being Life had been disapproved of his toys? And in the last lonesome and hopeless breath of his belief, did not Jesus resent and repent believing at all? Did not his spirit fall and his life end as shall we all? I shan't be the one to express any untruthful truths or unbiased biased facts in the historically questioned matter and leaves the matter for you. However, I will leave you with a gentle warning. Never reverse your car without using the mirrors.