I think

everybody picks a god to pray to

everybody picks a god to pray to and mine happens to be death

she is, by far, the realest thing that I could find the only steady part here on this goddamn ride

the only one, who's not a lie and doesn't speak in tongue her seldom kiss may make you crawl, but

and while so-called reality could never, in a million years be real to you or me without hiding her essence death awaits us patiently.