Tumbling on the seas
Far away from dry land
And its bitter memories
Casting out my sweet line
With abandonment and love...
There are times when I wonder who captains the ship of life. Just who is in charge of making the decisions that I have to life with for all eternity? I would like to see this person step out of the shadows and reveal themselves...
Will my plea ever be answered? Not in this lifetime I fear...
So I suppose that I shall just carry on doing all that I'm instructed to do and this shall be what I shall do and nothing more or nothing less...
Funny it is when one reaches a fork in the road and all direction seem to lead down the path of destruction and yet a path must be chosen for not choosing a course is also a decision made...
And still I type about that which I do not know, and so it shall be from the beginning until the end forever and ever for this is the course that I have chosen or quite possibly had chosen for me...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word...
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