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Gods witness


I laugh. I laugh at the thought of death. I smile when i see a chance to lose a heartbeat just to wander in front of a nearby vehicle. What's the point in life? I once thought everyone could get a chance to taste gold at once. To touch the sky. No. Some people are clouded by light. Some people are clouded by evil. I'm the unlucky that was clouded by darkness. Good nor bad. I'm stuck in the middle to have both sides use there lips to whisper the sounds of there promises. To hear there pleads to helping me. Make excuses on who is at fault for damning this once crucified world that people had later forgotten. ‘’This god molded you to fail so you can cry his name you need him most. What a selfish thing that is. I can help you. I can help you see the true color of this world’’. Don’t be blinded by demons my child, god does this to test you. To see your true faith in him in your worst of time. He does not do this to hurt you, I promise. Please do not seek help from the evil. Angels. Just petty little messengers. You know dead prince, Demons come from angels. If it wasn't for them, we wouldn't exist. Are you admitting to being evil? I may seem evil stated in the bible but God only hates us cause we can see this masked world for what it is and how your  life is valued. God wanted us to be blind, so he can cover up his tracks. His mistake of creating Lucifer. Isn’t that right god's little messenger? I refuse to let you fill his mind with your games. Dead prince, understand that following him just put you in hell. Somewhere you don’t belong. You’ve stayed alive for this. Your not dead yet because you know it's real. How do I know it's real? Why haven't you killed yourself ? I don't know. I want to but Of course, so you know the truth. I'm sorry. For what? Gods just gonna have to say something to me to believe him. Same thing with Lucifer. Now this is just a game of first come first serve. You got it kid. I'll be seeing you in hell my friend. God speaks in mysterious ways my child. Have faith. Who do I have faith in now. God nor demons. I have no one to run to. I have no one to tell me where i need to be. Where I have to go. Who I need to hate. Have no pity. I am lost.

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