Barstools
Everyone else has their desert wand’rings
Their times in their wilderness space
But I went a-walking through heav’n
And then a-running out of that place
Everything was simply too perfect
Everything was too perfectly fake
Everyone was there handing out answers
While I was there looking for grace.
Hell looks a lot like a bedroom
While heav’n looks more like a bar
Meeting and mingling poorly
Oh and what a fine pair they are.
Decisions of glorious intentions
Leading forth to bedroom affairs
Which turns to drowning on barstools
When truth finds mysterious hairs.
Angels were dealing security
There is no cashing out of this game
Once you’re sat at the table
Your seat's always sat there, just the same.
Waitresses whisper “Take comfort”
Once saved for all time they proclaim
But why would any action then matter
If you can only play a rigged frame?
So when proof knelt off’ring marriage
I proudly accepted his name
Only to wake alone in my folly
Realizing grace had offered the same.
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