I am studying Islam.
I am Christian.
The state of the world is in tatters. The world is falling apart. We try and stitch it together, but it ends up worse than before.
On our desks we find needles. Needles that pierce the skin. Needless to say we fight the darkness. The darkness from within.
On our hands: we find bloodshed. Bloodshed: on our hands. Into the sink we go then, clearing our conscious of this wretched land.
OUT DAMN SPOT! OUT I SAY!
So...
Let's run. Run away with me baby. Let's run. To a distant land (a distant land). Let's run. Give up all of our frustrations, these earthly beings you've been fornicating and these hungry eyes that were borne of evil and these scary thoughts 'cos I'm tired of waitin'.
So grab my hand dear. And hold it tight now. We've got the whole world on our backs so let's take flight now. Your greasy hand, my sweaty palm. These foreign thoughts, your foreign tongue. You coax me in and I take flight...
And fall.
