The Green Flag

Dear World,

My ship is kindly flying the green flag. The only way we will win any war is by pure luck. Not too many people acknowledge moral law anymore, and a lot of people are tipped over drunken and smoked out. We marvel at ourselves in the mirror and pleasure ourselves in the presence of prostitutes. Please note that I say, “we,” because even I am a sinner begging for God’s eternal grace. We’re low on pure spirit lord, and we say one thing and do another. We loath in ideologies that we often don’t understand ourselves and if we’re fighting for anything so help us God for we do not know what we do. I say, “not some,” but all of our thoughts have been twisted. We have to sacrifice our time and our own will at the mercy of a divine hope that is slowly eating away at our very own consciousness and our conscience mind now fights with reason and insanity. Dear world, and dear God, if the story is correct and the Devil is your brother, Lord, then as humans I guess we must figure out our place in this equation. If some of us our angels cast out of heaven then I guess you do either have standards or a purpose for sending us back to earth and I assume it’s to save the world as you did. I read the good book today, as I do every Sunday, and I must add that as I fly the green flag, it’s not that I’ve given up on myself or the world. I fly it because if luck does exist then keep helping us God, keep giving us vision, for it is you whom we must trust. You are the luck. As I see the green flag flying as I sail into battle with my Irish friends and global comrades of all nationalities and faiths, I pray that you are with us God, for if the good book is correct, we’re all in this together and with you it’s a win win situation either way. Drowning in sweat in the heat of battle, I find myself cooling off because you made me this way for a reason; therefore, I leave the woes of the world in your hands. Good Luck 🍀 

The Green Flag