A Student Response From:
I thought some lyrics from one of my favorite songs fit this topic.
"The struggling you do won't help
Metal in his hands with six rounds
Take apart my heart with two shells
All that for a script of how he felt
This candle light hits me in my face
I hunger for her blood, I need a taste
The flesh is tender right around the waist
On the sea, your moral compass is erased"
Right? From what perspective?
I’ve been thinking about death and spirituality. And how in death we are all, in a sense, just food for bugs and trees. And it is also so when I feel incredibly spiritually connected. We are still just so raw and simple. I crave this.