Marahute

Concerned you'd ask, "Son what's with your trembling hands?" I'd reply, "Jesus Christ, I am a god-fearing man! I've been scared stiff since I was a kid, and bought hell as a place made just to show grace to a rigid list of well-intentioned calvinist sons."
It is! It does! It's in the midst! It's in the distance bringing all things into existence.
It's not! It won't! It can't exist! I've spent enough time fully aware that it is absent.
If it's too hard to swallow, take your pills. They'll go down like they ought to.
Perplexed you'd ask, "Is that where you hang your hat?" I'd respond, "Oh my god, I'm too nervous to take a stance. I've been anxious since my father got sick, when hell was a place made up to show grace to those of us who just can't...oh we tried, we just can't get behind a place like that."
Seems this toils my lot, and if I start crying now I may never stop.
It is! It does! It's in the midst! It's in the distance bringing all things into existence.
It's not! It won't! It can't exist! I've spent enough time fully aware that it is absent.