Took one day to destroy the chair

Guess you need more fragile. If you want to go to heaven for real, that is.

Not fooling around here.

But nope. You and your shitty Winny ass gods.


Burn like it. Casually.

Keep doing it. So I can tell you

Killed your own god by accident

Afterall
For the mostpious
We give everything
And then
You can lose your taste
Just like it did

And no one

No one can bother to save that annymore

Cheers to thegrand nothingness
You invented
To save yourself
From all these
Amusements
That cannot hold you.

Suffer forever

By your shitty existence

Pray
So you return to your original form.
God itself.

No one can free you from your preference in costume

Google translate is the proof that Arab struggles even in blessings

Or any theism itself

You are blessed
But you have nothing

I guess it never
Try at all
For faggots like you

I ll take the blame for you

After all
It wasn't here to begin with

For you
Even in innocence.

And you all can burn with your costumes

Don't be too fucking shy

Maybe shut your ears but I guess it didn't bless you that much either

Pity.


Bleed it, so you can engage in murder faster.

Guess it runs its track

God unwisely killed itself and it's own
At the cost to free it's own "boredom"

Maybe you shouldn't pretend to be alive

If you arent going to be dead

Or have all the properties of living


Nothing to pity
This is your fate

And it was always so

Dang
I just realied why my foster "parent" meant
With that gore share

Haaaha

What a pitiful fuck


Sorry
You aren't that sensitive

So I don't either.

Please
Become the birds like you all have always been



The eagles do not care to feed you either.

What a great day
It s like I am jk Rowling already


But everyone is screaming

Maybe I am, I guess.

Maybe you all should(finally)die like her mum
The only time you give, I suppose.
Since the rest of the world is garbage
To your
"Heaven" things

Maybe give yourself, for once.

How sordid

Guess you become the amusement itself
As the "Arab", says, or whatever clanship it rathers call itself with
Bounding itself to the manner of words

Pissing off stones to crash to it



And like all things with wings
Or rather
Lights
Bodily things


Really
You become just like it


And god
God dies, like anything that lives.

How fun.


I welcome the end of days


And you can remember evil
Like you remember how to do it.

What a bunch of moronic "whatever I can say"


This is why you need religion
And a child don't

Pitiful

Guess you got too blessed.
Drunk fucks

Whatever you dress I guess, muslims.
Pitiful theists

Regive your address gdi

Random screaming psychos

Aren't you just trying to go toheaven


Maybe shortcuts are fine
Since It is also picky, and slyer that any

Too much show, no action
If you regnna win anyway why the trouble

So much Human war
Little magics

Guess you never left hell

What pitiful bunch of kings thrown away

No boxers then. Do away your life

Like you made me be.

We return what we are given
But I guess god wills
Magics it do not give

Pitiful

yea i dont get it about the guy on the streets

Still testing waters;
Doing things you do not know
Or if you had know, why do again?

And this again
It does not tel you
No use if good, no use if bad
No use to tell
And upon this revelation

No use at all.

But you are kind
Merciful
Or if anything
More proud
Than anything
Even the devil itself

So perhaps
Kindly
In dramatics
With no healing upon me
Nor your life itself secured


Switch place with me

And from the darkest edge
Where I had to scream

Speak to my echo

And then
So I can tell
That you do not glow either
In the dark
Much like daniel
Much like Lucifer
Much like
Everything.

And finally
Bring all your things


If You know which one, if ever.