Oroborus

To what, I speak to all and I,
May flowing rivers tide inside
Decrepit coves and solemn sides
So lonely from the moons resign?

What may we say to course the froth
Along it's churning, winding sloth
And rising, falling body. Doth
The surface tell us off?

For what, I say to you and them,
Can truly be derived from hence?
Within the cauldrons broiling pen
Lies truth, alone in penance.

What speak the faceless, ownless words
That all through time have left the herds,
What weird and olden things be known
By sea and serpents own?

Now, Forever Go!

Love me now;
Now and forever;
Never to let go.

Stupid, Stupid Question

'Why do bad things happen to good people?'

They don't, because there's no such thing as a good person. The real question is: why do good things happen to bad people?
We are all bad people. All of us. I am, in this respect, no different to you. You're all as bad as me.
'I am a good person!'
No, you're not. You lie and cheat and steal and hate and curse and, yes, you adulterate. And much, much more.
And, believe me, everyone deserves to die. That's why they do.