Pistons Through Your Mortal Coil

Endure, endure, endure

until the truth of the

break down is the emotional

shrapnel cutting through

all your bull shit.

Trying to steel yourself with

a soft heart and flowing tears

won’t trick your sad chrysalis

into a hardened state.

Guilt your way closer to

madness and believe what

you suffer is what you have

earned. This is the way of the

modern working stiff saints. A

Catch 22 fatalism for those

with no more faith, “Ya gotta believe

for the god(s) to be real,”. But another dollar

in the collection plate is the only

reality anyone is chasing anymore.