In what God?
The inner light?
The sense of connection to all of life?
To that powerful surge in every wave, in every cloud, in every star,
So bright and stranded in the stunning ramp of sky?
Or, as we shudder, shaken to our very being, the God of corruption?
The demon of our craving.
Our terror.
Who are we?
What fearful animal do we murder in our selves with each annihilation?
I don't believe in the invisible anymore.
These are the end days more visible then ever imagined.