Grew up decent in the eyes of Nietzsche, had to be a Christian, had to be a Son of Man. Still down with the Church like Paul, been saved too often to quit. With all that got immoralism sorted, won’t be a martyr tonite, bless the reserve anyway. Got my best friends been with me for life, never turned their back on me, don’t be taking that shit for granted. Peeps really look up in the end, gotta have a handle on the wisdom to keep it up. Air of the heights in the Christ over Paris, the Church in ascent, gotta bless the man of God on the street, let the war be a good one.
ps luv ya mike, keep in touch need what u know 