| So I completely forgot this existed...weird. Feeling oddly nostalgic and kind of just going with it. |
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| Recent discussions with those who shall remain nameless have really clarified things for me I suppose. People aren’t perfect. God is. So really what human possibly could believe that they know all of what God wants. They couldn’t. People really aren’t authorized to make those kind of decisions on what God wants us to believe. We don’t have the tell-all behind-the-scenes inside scoop. We’re blinding stabbing in the dark. Infallibility...bullshit. I’m sick of the "religious" avoiding my questions. I’m fed up with being told certain things are wrong. I’m tired of being told that that little piece of bread is really actually Jesus. Hey I’m not knocking others believing it, it’s just not quite adding up for me. And as far as confession goes, why do I need to tell some old guy that I haven’t been the best person in the world. He can’t do a damn thing about it. Why does he need to know what I did? Maybe he’s just sinning vicariously through me, who knows? I’m done being a hypocrite. No more pretending that I care. And who knows, maybe I’ll change my mind about all this later, but right now, I’m not hip to that jive. I mean I still believe in God, as for everything else, I really only know what I don’t believe and I’ll have to go from there. But really if God does exist, he can just squash us if he’s angry, I doubt he cares about our hours of time spent on him. I mean if I was God, that would piss me off. Then again, I wouldn’t know, I’m not him. So I know no one probably cares, but I just needed to get this all out. Thanks for readin if ya did. Oh and another thing Christian Rock is basically the stupidest thing ever, although occasionally there’s a song that’s good (It’s the concept I hate). |
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| blah. I'm alive. dio is fun.
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| PSATs were draining. French club was fun. |
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| Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks
Or knackered Converse
Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
But all of that's what the point is not
The point's that there isn’t no romance around there
And there's the truth that they can't see
They'd probably like to throw a punch at me
And if you could only see them, then you would agree
Agree that there isn’t no romance around there
it's a funny thing you know
We'll tell them if you like
We'll tell them all tonight
They'll never listen
Cause their minds are made up
And course it's all okay to carry on that way
Over there there's broken bones
There's only music, so that there's new ringtones
And it doesn’t take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it's a little different around here
Don't get me wrong though there's boys in bands
And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
And just cause he's had a couple of cans
He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead
Well over there there's friends of mine
What can I say, I've known them for a long long time
And they might overstep the line
But you just cannot get angry in the same way |
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