…….It better be a god damn heaven; my numbers rolled ain’t been seven, tired of get’n knocked in my melon, got me in my feelings, pressure’s high as the ceiling, it’s not that I’m willing, it feels like someone else is doing the wielding, they must be making a kill’n, life comes to test you before you finish healing; is he watching; if so when is he going to make the pain start stopping, it has to be lesser than soon, cause a day with the lord is likened to a thousand years, we would have developed new cares, possibly by then, extinction level calamities where are the bears, I need to see you face to face, where are the stairs.
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The Lord is nigh unto them with a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.
…..pointing out the obvious holes in mans various philosophies, and onto theologies; the mind with all of its selfish ideologies are but mere reflections of the self, we formulate and postulate our theories in such directions to give value and spiritual weight to what some psychiatrist deem essentially schizophrenic in nature, although not clinically speaking they and there impact are the same.
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