“At my table there’s no place for your rituals of grace, I will drink to myself for I know there’s nothing else. Words of faith reflect your fear, thinly veiled but far to clear. And if my truth shatters yours than be baptized in it’s flame.”
In a godless universe with logic as the reigning scepter of power. Evolutions grow forth from the grave of your faith
“Darling, Light, of my life. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You didn’t let me finish my sentence. I said, I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just going to bash your brains.” <3
“I’ve touched the hand of god and crushed in his fucking teeth”.