how many times does it take for you to get hurt before you realize
no one is real anymore
nobody cares about truth anymore
all you fakers out there are biast *****es
you say you love god but you dont love reality
you lay awake in your dreams hoping that someone will feel sorry for you and say its better out here in the real world but when you wake up you lie asleep and dormant ready for your nine o clock **** sucking by appoinment only
you dread talking to other people cause the look on their faces make you sick but think what and who are they looking at you you feel their pain towards you because your awful and nasty and dispicable nobodys good anymore because they fear men sick nasty men who want to see sex ass and titties men who ruin life for the rest of us because were scared that our ****s are too small cause bobby ****head got a penis enlargement your all scared of money your scared of heaven instead of hell you like pain you dont want to suffer so you beg the devil to make the firey flames of hell tickle your soul because your sick you dont need guidance you need a new a beating prison would be too good for you no one could bother your scared little heart anymore your afraid to hear what needs to be said your lost on beautiful things because you dotn know how to deal with them because your not beautiful anymore your all pitiful and your all going to die a consuming death a death that infiltrates your identity makes you see through someone elses eyes a death you cant take back youll never be the same person you were youll be ridiculed apaprations of people will do the things you did to others to you no one will love you no matter how much you scream death stalks you making the most pleasant things in life terrible things that would normally be nice screw you in the ass words become actions and you sit all alone depressed thinking the world isnt good enough for you and you lose all sight of god and you vanish never to be heard from again sounds bad but youll see one day i have, im not the most valiant person in the world but find in your heart how to love dont worry about what you want just love, idle hands are the devils workshop

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