Hm.

I have no morals and thus my ideology is flawed. Your hands are my place of worship, your hair my temple. Theists will argue with me (quite admirably I might add) that I am only praying to my own psyche, not a body that was once mine. But I will repeat, I have no morals. I am fingerprints without a criminal record and you are the police.

We'll kick down the fucking door. Open up. Open up.

This was never our story but selfishly I can admit it was only mine. I was hindered by ventricles and nerve systems. Your morals are only chemical reactions and I can admit to my lack thereof. Where are you hands when the world is ending, where am I without a head of hair to come home to. I miss this religion, I am desperate without my faith. I will keep my eyes closed while you answer the prayers of others, I will be jealous of their connection.

I will keep my eyes closed. I will keep my eyes closed and pray for a chemical reaction.