I accepted failure, and greatly disappointed myself
Can I even be called a man, now that I have no faith in myself?
Two narrow paths, dark and light, blend into one giant snake
Grey, limbo, the most dangerous position for us
Us of the Baptist Christian faith
The venom on the fangs of the snake
Containing mixed desires and morals
Making right left, black white, night day
What I was taught as a child is nullified by today’s society
For survival depends on more than just fairy tales
Will I learn, or will I regress?
And hate myself for it?
Two ways out.
Suicide.
Rapture.