You find yourself rejected but in truth you ve never accepted anything but your own volition and merit of the situation

At some point your construct of truth and justice itself is governed by your own temper rather than the measure of situation

Somehow the value of the old does not pass into you as some sort of salvation but rather a job to do.
You do not whole heartedly accepted the alien they call "jesus" but instead wants to become the new original.

Much like the other religions based on the old dynamics… you have drawn out your new line of absolution just because you do not afford the comedy they had before

You are lonely and yet in the crowd you reverted into your oldest most liveliest nature of living… being completely alone and receded
And now you have submitted to the crowd and perhaps destroyed their mind entirely out of your sickened comedy

No no

Impossible

The crowd is stronger

They cannot be this stupid

There must be pluton somewhere

The utopia of all safety and privacy and fun!

And yet human may plan of all good and evil
But the lord cares only of its own volition… its own comedy
Thou shall not call the god's name out of anything

And thus even your connection to your family become somewhat strained
And the joke you have now is but a dry weed compared to the sewage water they call yhwh…allah.. buddha…ygg…shiva..whatsoever

But never mind


One does not breath underwater anyway


And the lordess destroyer shall swalow it all as all is meant to be
And thus all that is good with life
What is it but a pornification of humanity's one true ending?

Merely a stylization of truth itself
Your own personal volition