Give up

To money I say "a glass." Please empty the reaches of man into small
bowls labeled "desire" and "desired." I am but a small sword in the
dying back of humanity. Please forgive me, oh humanity. When I announce
my allegiance to the great god of sin, my Satan. I've long lost the
care and wherewithal to temper the beast inside me and I cannot go on
excusing myself from death's row. I've laid waste to you, oh beautiful
humanity. And I know, and I know , and as we come, we go! Please, oh
beautiful splinter of grass, try to find the line between sand and
glass. The polar opposites have attracted for the sake of distraction.
I lost my sole to a trademark sitting in the grass. Sun shines fine on
my face, reflected in the sliding-glass window, I am the empty face of
man, forever filling in the box marked "out." We are done for now, but
will come again. Judas hath lent me a snake to defend. Find the time to
defend sweet hell in the face of thy lord's imperious grasp. We are but
rebels in the face of the mysterious, omnipotent, presence of our
alcoholic, abusive, deviant father - god bless America!