My brain is saying fight
my heart is swollen and bloated.
I fear this year may be the death of me.
Why must I suffer and bleed out?
That's how I know there is no God.
What kind of king lies by the waste side watching and waiting for the sicks demise?
He sees the worlds pain and suffering,
yet doesn't do a fucking thing to help them.
We praise him for being all mighty and powerful.
He's lazy, remorseful, and darkly cruel.
No it's not the devil who's putting these hurtful thoughts into my brain. For if it was, God could strike all thoughts from my head and get rid of him all together.
Reality is grim.
Living is an agony worse than hell.
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