Pray Your Gods

"I will give the secrets you request
And you will be the one to sacrifice
So lay your olive arms upon my breast
And sing the poems, free the butterflies

Pray your gods who ask you for your blood
For they are strong and angry jealous ones
Or lay upon my altar now your love
I fear my time is short
There are armies moving close
Be quick, my love

I feel my body weakened by the years
As people turn to gods of cruel design
Is it that they fear the pain of death
Or could it be they fear the joy of life

Pray your gods who hold you by your fear
For they are quick and ruthless punishers
Or lay upon my altar now your love
I fear my day is done
There are armies moving on
Be quick, my love"

-Toad The Wet Sprocket

It Has Begun...

So, under the continued peer pressure of my dear friend and writer of the blog entitled "Watershed of Alibis," I have finally succumbed to partake in the world of blogging.

It has been quite some time since I've written anything into a journal. It's been an even longer time since I've written anything into a journal worth reading. I am hoping this blog will encourage me in that endeavor.

I have little to nothing to offer you right now, but cheer-up buckaroos because there is much to come.

In the meantime, sleep well and learn something from "Watershed of Alibis."

Adieu.