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A Hypocritical FriendYou Can't Run From God
You can't hide or run from the Almighty.
No matter how much you try, you can't escape your fate.
In life, you walked with him by day.
But, never did you show his way.
You knew his story both full and glory.
But, why didn't you tell his story?
You were once his most loyal dog.
Why did you chose to turn on him and bite him?
God will only kick you down.
No matter how much you try to denounce.
Why do you hate him?
Here you are sitting in the eternal dark.
Chained, bound and gagged for the iniquities you've committed against Him.
Why do you hate God?
Why do you blame God?
Why can't you just be like everybody else and accept the gift he presented to you?
Maybe, you're right.
Maybe, I'm right.
But, it's better to die believing in something than nothing?
You are blind while I can see.
I hope you enjoy Hell, Mike.
Be sure to send me a postcard once I am in Heaven.
I'd be sure to plead for God to relieve of your deathly sentence, but it just depends on how I feel.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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