Give Up The Ghost.

Do you pray, Mr. Lamb?

Good Lord, son, no, I do not. I was, in days gone by, a believer. But alas, I came to this beleaguered land, and the God in me just … evaporated. Let us change our toast, sir. To the God who has forgotten us.

nocrimeinthewasteland:

“It salves the heart - the mountains, the trees, the endless plains. The moon, the myriad of stars. Every man can be made quiet and complete, even the lowliest misanthrope or the most wretched of sinners.”

I'm the king of my own land.
Facing tempests of dust, I'll fight until the end. Creatures of my dreams, raise up and dance with me.
Now and forever, I'm your king.