^ Who told you? Now my secret homeland is revealed.
< Actually the quote isn't blasphemous. I try not to write blasphemous stuff. the poem "Melancholy Christ." Is all about the absurdity of gaining love from the image of christ being tortured on the cross. They are even wearing the weapon that killed him on their necklaces, and then the next verse is the second coming being shot with a gun, then everyone worships the gun and blahblahblah.
V argh. boredom sucks.
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing 'cause the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. AAAGGHHH!!!