I want nothing in life. I want to get everything for free. I don't want to wash myself, I prefer not to bathe or shave my legs or facial hair. I will not wear deodorant, I will not wash my hair. I will not get a job that is run by a corporation. I will abuse my body with tattoos and smoke illegal drugs. I will rebel against my parent, I will rebel against the authority, I will forget about natural laws and criminal laws. I am a child of the flower. I will sit in your grave, and pleasure things that need pleasure. I will vomit out of my mouth everything that I believe is wrong with my life. I am a child of the earth.
I come from the earth and to the earth I will return, I have forgotten my soul and the purpose of my existence. I am an extremist, I am an activist. I believe I am Jesus and I pleasure myself when I thing religious thoughts. I am an activist, I am a Buddhist, I am a guru I am a saint. I get high off of my own vomit, I curse to shame myself, I am an embarrassment to my family, I am a hero to my community.
The people love it when I swear, they love that I have given up on life. They will fight for my right to smoke cannabis, they will freely love me when I go to the room with strangers. I am a hockey player, I am an ambulance driver, I am a politician, I am an artist, I am a son, I have no rights, I am a saviour, I don't know who I am.
This is a poem.
it reflects the attitude of many young people and the search for meaning that we all as human will at one time face. Some of us find answers to these questions. Others do not. Is it the fault of the government or of God that we will end up in hell if we never find God or the truth?
Who will we blame for not being happy? In this death of an existence who will you blame for your own personal hell?
John 3:16
Romans 10:9
Matthew Mark Luke and John
Revelation, Jude James, the evidence is right in front of you. Pick up a bible and be happy! God died for you. His name was Jesus Christ the Saviour.
I come from the earth and to the earth I will return, I have forgotten my soul and the purpose of my existence. I am an extremist, I am an activist. I believe I am Jesus and I pleasure myself when I thing religious thoughts. I am an activist, I am a Buddhist, I am a guru I am a saint. I get high off of my own vomit, I curse to shame myself, I am an embarrassment to my family, I am a hero to my community.
The people love it when I swear, they love that I have given up on life. They will fight for my right to smoke cannabis, they will freely love me when I go to the room with strangers. I am a hockey player, I am an ambulance driver, I am a politician, I am an artist, I am a son, I have no rights, I am a saviour, I don't know who I am.
This is a poem.
it reflects the attitude of many young people and the search for meaning that we all as human will at one time face. Some of us find answers to these questions. Others do not. Is it the fault of the government or of God that we will end up in hell if we never find God or the truth?
Who will we blame for not being happy? In this death of an existence who will you blame for your own personal hell?
John 3:16
Romans 10:9
Matthew Mark Luke and John
Revelation, Jude James, the evidence is right in front of you. Pick up a bible and be happy! God died for you. His name was Jesus Christ the Saviour.
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