10:46 p.m. - 2007-08-20
You don't know God
Every single thing that you believe matters, doesn't. How can you tell what is real when you know that you are not. Can you seriously expect me to, bend my knees? You are slowly dying in a lie, thinking that you found the God. Do you believe that he'd live in your festering heart?

We can't see eye to eye cuz mine are plucked. I got sick and tired of watching everything die. There are no more tears, in these scars. There's nothing but contempt, in my heart. Can you forgive our sins, only God?