Sitting idle typing beauty i find life in my fingers. 
Nothing is a lie at this point. its all beautiful. Its a gift. i love it all in its own amazing way. I sit her and type. Nothing more. I don't even think anymore. I let my words spill out into the amazing construction they are. This is no sin but more of a gift. A power. As i sit here I recreate this new life. The time lapses by and all of the disgusting this that we all deal with passes us by. Writing is a life. Another you. Use this ability to release. Violence is nothing compared to writing and typing. Now go and show your true self. Good or bad write with those beautiful hands you have my friends. We are all beautiful. Encrypt your words, your legacy into the world. Nobody can stop you. 
I am a divine being with an art of sin.