Too solid, to be putty?

The essential qualities of life
Bring us together
Like the hand of god

In our stare
As you stare through these words
With a life like language
Or a language like life?

In our safety
The faithful comment
On the deceit
Those who hurt themselves
Have left a trail
To the abyss
If you could see sin
You could see this from space
Without our righteousness
We are the shadow of ourself
I see
Still trying to pull it together
To be the perceived one
What is it about being human
That brings the animals above to show us
How to be ourselves
In a trajectory modeled by science
And a pose trained by the television
To those who dream of a day
Where a cut wrist
Is just a faux pax
Your empty
So you fill yourself with dreams
Of the faithful
We say
Commendations to those
Who ask for forgiveness
This could be the moment,
Where you actually feel something
Some say things with their words
Coming from a knowledge based in a virtueless model
A model bringing us together
Without a Why
How could you find yourself
Without the Why
Without the force of righteousness
You thought power was in being
A Man?
If so why the calm comfort of the snow
The peril of emptiness
Or of boredom's sweet caress
You take away the part
I find nothing in nothing's place
Right where I left it
Before something began
A comparison
A birth of the spirit of indulgence
quite befitting of childhood
those who give in
have trouble finding their way out
Then the essential qualities of life
Bring us together
They cannot be separated, without death
But then another sees the light in the eyes
of death
a light we tell ourselves about
in strokes of glory
we forget
the glory like a drug
be taught by the pure
you can see it with your eyes
humbled in respect of the transcience of glory
of what is mentioned, in the history books, reminds me of a word
Should, I, Should, They
What should they do?
a view like that gives me vertigo
an occurance of guidance saved those who came before
and to submit to this guidance
in love
I will

My life like putty
in the hands
The hands of god