- NATE -
don't you pray? don't you pray
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
to a cocaine jesus in a black four seater?
A deep sigh heaves out of Nate, the answer and the repetition slumping his shoulders even further. He’d hoped being proven right would ease some of the weight, but it’s only made it worse. “I don’t know what to tell you to do.” He says, a helpless shrug rolling across his shoulders.
The corners of his lips twist up into something that is decidedly not a grin, no matter how hard he tries. “What are you going to do to change the minds of gods?” There is something accusatory in his tone, his brows pinching together as he speaks, twisting the scar slashed across his features.
“What happens when we’re all dead? Will they go after the abandoned next? Will you stand against them then?” The whisper is stripped away in pieces until Nate’s voice is loud, his fingers digging into the ground. “Who comes after that? The people who step out of line? The people who don’t believe in them right?”
The corners of his lips twist up into something that is decidedly not a grin, no matter how hard he tries. “What are you going to do to change the minds of gods?” There is something accusatory in his tone, his brows pinching together as he speaks, twisting the scar slashed across his features.
“What happens when we’re all dead? Will they go after the abandoned next? Will you stand against them then?” The whisper is stripped away in pieces until Nate’s voice is loud, his fingers digging into the ground. “Who comes after that? The people who step out of line? The people who don’t believe in them right?”
got a man, don't need him, but you wait
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
call me when you want, or just call me when you need it
