I'm lying again.
Screaming inconsistencies through clenched teeth.
Can't you see I'm a fucking asshole?
Don't you know that I speak only truth? That's really what makes my words so hurtful, you see. It's not the fact that I might insult or disturb. It's that horrible feeling you get, after I'm done speaking at you, that terrible sick feeling in your chest, like your heart suddenly forgot its rhythm. It's the truth. No lies or clever euphemisms, I just call it like I see it. It's this distinct lack of scruples and my moral flexibility that makes you hate me so. It's okay... I've been hated for longer than I can remember, it's the burden of telling people things that they don't want to hear. Trust me, no one wants the truth. They want a bright future. A wonderful ending..
Good fucking luck.
The cruelest trick ever played was to take away rational judgment for the sake of perpetuating the species. Sometimes you make me sick with your lack of words and your careless faith. No.. everything won't be all-fucking-right, but there's no way around it. So fix your damn head and get used to it. Adapt. Darwinism and all that other happy horse-shit.
Faithless?
I think not. I've seen the face of God... guess what: He doesn't care whether you worship Him or not. He doesn't care what you call Him. He doesn't need all the dogmatic trappings that we have forced Him to have. Our comfort is not necessary. He understands that we are WRONG all the time. He accepts it. He does not hate, He always forgives, even if He doesn't like you much. And believe me when I say, there are people He doesn't like much.
I'm not sure He's a big fan of me, but I'm not really sure I care. I've done what I was asked (that's right motherfuckers "asked". God always gives a choice), and althought I may not have done it as well as I could have, there are times when I look back and I am proud of my deviance, where I know I made a difference in someones life. It might be a good influence or a bad one depending on your point of view.. But if I've succeeded in making someone happy, or in easing there pain, I've done my job. I know that I might not feel as though I deserve a place at His side, but I know mad people on the guest list... and someone is sneakin' me in. God being God and all, will of course let me chill until He sends me back here.
I've been here back and forth for eons.. Believe it, reincarnation exists (we call it recycling) and so does Karma. It's a law of the universe. Matter cannot be created or destroyed, neither can energy. Call it a soul, call it chi, call it ki or what you will. Something drives the human machine, something sits back and pilots us. I'm not afraid to die, I do not worry about the things I cannot control. Live simple or complicated, but enjoy it.
Fuck your insecurities, and your complaints.
Fuck your absolutes and know that when all is said and done:
You hated me for being right.
Screaming inconsistencies through clenched teeth.
Can't you see I'm a fucking asshole?
Don't you know that I speak only truth? That's really what makes my words so hurtful, you see. It's not the fact that I might insult or disturb. It's that horrible feeling you get, after I'm done speaking at you, that terrible sick feeling in your chest, like your heart suddenly forgot its rhythm. It's the truth. No lies or clever euphemisms, I just call it like I see it. It's this distinct lack of scruples and my moral flexibility that makes you hate me so. It's okay... I've been hated for longer than I can remember, it's the burden of telling people things that they don't want to hear. Trust me, no one wants the truth. They want a bright future. A wonderful ending..
Good fucking luck.
The cruelest trick ever played was to take away rational judgment for the sake of perpetuating the species. Sometimes you make me sick with your lack of words and your careless faith. No.. everything won't be all-fucking-right, but there's no way around it. So fix your damn head and get used to it. Adapt. Darwinism and all that other happy horse-shit.
Faithless?
I think not. I've seen the face of God... guess what: He doesn't care whether you worship Him or not. He doesn't care what you call Him. He doesn't need all the dogmatic trappings that we have forced Him to have. Our comfort is not necessary. He understands that we are WRONG all the time. He accepts it. He does not hate, He always forgives, even if He doesn't like you much. And believe me when I say, there are people He doesn't like much.
I'm not sure He's a big fan of me, but I'm not really sure I care. I've done what I was asked (that's right motherfuckers "asked". God always gives a choice), and althought I may not have done it as well as I could have, there are times when I look back and I am proud of my deviance, where I know I made a difference in someones life. It might be a good influence or a bad one depending on your point of view.. But if I've succeeded in making someone happy, or in easing there pain, I've done my job. I know that I might not feel as though I deserve a place at His side, but I know mad people on the guest list... and someone is sneakin' me in. God being God and all, will of course let me chill until He sends me back here.
I've been here back and forth for eons.. Believe it, reincarnation exists (we call it recycling) and so does Karma. It's a law of the universe. Matter cannot be created or destroyed, neither can energy. Call it a soul, call it chi, call it ki or what you will. Something drives the human machine, something sits back and pilots us. I'm not afraid to die, I do not worry about the things I cannot control. Live simple or complicated, but enjoy it.
Fuck your insecurities, and your complaints.
Fuck your absolutes and know that when all is said and done:
You hated me for being right.
I hope you're ok.