Hating the cliche
Justification poetry
Piety to the word
Knowing god is an atheist
Feeding on self righteous
Buying time to sort thoughts
A flimsy seclusion
Considering the potential irony
Reliving future nightmares
All that uncertainty
Presumptuous
Variations on trust
Eyes wide open
A dead mans stare
Ten miles long
When I am gone
Will I still be blind