Ultimate Poem by Joel Smith

Lets all think positive and be decieved
optimism blinds the naive

I am beyond salvation
beyond redemption
the blood of Jesus Christ could not make me holy again

Compassionate God or ultimate fraud?
all things being equal i have no idea

In a room devoid of mirrors
a pragmatist pulls a lever
and beings without shape die cause nothing lasts forever

Quiet on your shore
empty in my dreams
God up in the sky, nothings what it seems

When a thief avoids detection
through a carnival of Vedi
its time to go
i said its time to go