call•me•jonah

what did i say? that was so opposite of what i meant to say. stepped left moved right. i’m so tangled that i am amazed that some people don’t notice. i must have spoken into a mirror. the connection was bad. my tongue was forked. how have i become like every other name crossed off the list? everything seems so nonsense. God save me from the mire of my self-righteousness. i would rather drown in self deprecation than stand atop the walls of a castle built on hypocritical sermons. i would rather fall headfirst in a well of self criticism than fly on wings of self praise. i will not become the judge and jury, granting myself pardon whilst condemning each defendant. i would become an honest fool drunk in my iniquities rather than be a sober and proud bigot.

i would chose a Hell of truth over a God of lies.