"I ride alone. These wastelands that I cross, will take another life, we'll take another loss. I feel a dry wind. Dust is in my eyes. The arctic cold at night. The Earth she tells me lies."
"As the world awakens me so hard my values have been changed. I make a promise to myself, never again!! A dusty God-forsaken path endless to my dismay. I know these are the badlands. Somehow I'll find my way."
"The Vultures that circle cloud the empty sky. Patiently waiting, they wait for me to die. Tortured and beaten, blistered by the sun. Forceful and heartless. Have the badlands won?"
Metal Church -- Badlands
I have every confidence that next week at this time I will still be waiting for a blessing that is not coming. Like a Dog sitting by his bowl waiting to be fed while his Master is on vacation.
