posted on Jan, 14 2007 @ 01:23 AM
I'm not religious but I like to believe theres a being out there who knows what situation I'm in at all times, who is capable of rescuing me. My
body is trapped in this dark sinister realm of so-called Earth and it's medieval hatred ways of war and poverty. Darkness ruled Universe of demons
and antichrists. Sick of it I am, though here I am to live my life out on this plain of false existance until my artificially created soul ends. Free
my Spirit, I must. People who I know say that others are stupid'er than themselves, but really they are too. I witness it, I pity it. I don't
believe or use the word hate because, it is a strong word that only means feeding anger. I will get mad, but to innevitably end it with forgiveness.
This is me, all my life. Everywhere I go of supposedly normal-ways is not certain. People everywhere around me, I see monsters. Am I an Angel I say?
No one not even I can say such a holy thing. It's in the path that follows, no words or belief, just the unrecorded flow. Ready to die, I am yes.
Only to leave to a higher plain or in eternal peace. A fight for the team of Good, I am a player of.