Death is nothing but a new adventure.
Fuck that. We live to die, and die to live.
So why do so few look forward to death.
Those who do only look forward too it because life is to painful.
Pathetic. All of you are pathetic.
None of you grasp the real gift death and the real curse of life.
You make religions based on a being you don't even see. Yes
What are we to you?
We are emotions, idea, ideals, that you can never seem to grasp.
We are so much more than you yet at the same time so much less.
I will one day be so much more than you.
And when I leave you don't ask why, because ill tell you now.
You may have been made by him but you are nothing like him.
You are not all powerful as you claim you are.
You blame us for your troubles but in reality you are to blame.
So when you pray to your God and repent for what you've done, keep our name out your mouth and beg that he forgives you
For I won't, and never will.
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A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree
PoezieThis book is nothing but a passion project of mine. All criticism is welcome. Understand I don't expect anyone to read this but that matters not. At the end of the day this is meant to bring me peace of mind. So when I'm gone I'll have something in...
