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Hello God, what's up? I mean... besides you.
Or is heaven actually up there? I've been in airplanes, above the clouds and I haven't seen heaven yet. Is it invisible? Or is heaven even higher than the clouds? Or perhaps in another universe?
How do I make it into heaven anyway? I know I have to be a good person and confess my sins, but how do you decide what sins are bad and what sins are really bad? Do you have some sort of guidelines, or do you just pick and choose?
And why do good people die? Good people that have never done anything wrong and have just started to live their lives? I don't understand why you would take these people from the Earth and leave their families to grieve. Did they do something wrong? Do they deserve this punishment? I thought you forgave sins....
I think this is the question that bothers me the most: If you have the power to control the world, why don't you make world peace, or stop global warming, or help poverty-stricken countries? Why do you let these terrible things happen? Is it your way of punishing us? I know that you could probably argue that we brought it on ourselves; that you gave us all the gifts we need to survive, and we've just misused them and went down the wrong path. But couldn't you change all this? Go back in time?
Do you listen to everyone's prayers? I mean, there are billions of people in the world. How can you possibly hear and answer all of them? Do you have other people to answer them for you... like a call center?
Why don't you just show yourself? You would have so many more followers. I understand that you are trying to test our faith, but it would be so much easier to talk to you in person, and put a face to this name I've been hearing all my life.
Well, it's been nice talking to you. Have a good night.
Or is heaven actually up there? I've been in airplanes, above the clouds and I haven't seen heaven yet. Is it invisible? Or is heaven even higher than the clouds? Or perhaps in another universe?
How do I make it into heaven anyway? I know I have to be a good person and confess my sins, but how do you decide what sins are bad and what sins are really bad? Do you have some sort of guidelines, or do you just pick and choose?
And why do good people die? Good people that have never done anything wrong and have just started to live their lives? I don't understand why you would take these people from the Earth and leave their families to grieve. Did they do something wrong? Do they deserve this punishment? I thought you forgave sins....
I think this is the question that bothers me the most: If you have the power to control the world, why don't you make world peace, or stop global warming, or help poverty-stricken countries? Why do you let these terrible things happen? Is it your way of punishing us? I know that you could probably argue that we brought it on ourselves; that you gave us all the gifts we need to survive, and we've just misused them and went down the wrong path. But couldn't you change all this? Go back in time?
Do you listen to everyone's prayers? I mean, there are billions of people in the world. How can you possibly hear and answer all of them? Do you have other people to answer them for you... like a call center?
Why don't you just show yourself? You would have so many more followers. I understand that you are trying to test our faith, but it would be so much easier to talk to you in person, and put a face to this name I've been hearing all my life.
Well, it's been nice talking to you. Have a good night.
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obsessive love
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Nothing But A Whore
Stand on your corner broken girl
Paint your beauty as they pass by
Do your deed and take the money
Destroy your life and don't ask why
Let them pay you for your acts of lust
Hide the pain and fake the laughter
Let them have you for tonight
Let them tear you down after
Sell your body for their needs
The needs of people who will never care
Let them have you and rip you apart
Let them have fun and pretend you're not there
It's all in a days work
The sense of their hands against yours
They always said you'd be nothing more
So they were right, your nothing but a whore
Nothing but a whore who's been locked up in chains
A whore who
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Anorexia.
She looks in the mirror and pokes at her thighs.
She slides her hands over her stomach,
and she smiles as her hand glides over a bone.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
She looks as if the slightest breeze will blow her away.
As if the slightest touch would break her.
So pale and fragile looking, yet so elegant.
Not a morsel of food will pass her lips.
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Just some random questions I've been thinking about.
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i love your thoughts
amazing..as always!
amazing..as always!