Death is peace. Peace disgusts me, but perhaps some in severe turmoil might desire it.
Death is boring. Nothing happens past it. Luckily, you don't care: cause your dead.
God is a poor method to ease pain. Assuming God is responsible for creating all: so too is God responsible for creating death, pain, heartache, suffering, hate, spite, fear, terror, panic, and the goddamn leeches.
Heaven sucks. It's spent in complete slavery. Hell sucks. It's spent in complete freedom. Heaven sucks. It is spent superficial... no more pain, no more suffering, hate, heartache, fear, terror... it's boring. Hell sucks. It is spent excess... too much pain, too much suffering, too much hate, too much heartache, too much fear, too much terror... it's eternal excess bores one into even more depraved excess until that too bores them.
Life is pretty damn awesome... don't squander it thinking about death.
Death is boring. Nothing happens past it. Luckily, you don't care: cause your dead.
God is a poor method to ease pain. Assuming God is responsible for creating all: so too is God responsible for creating death, pain, heartache, suffering, hate, spite, fear, terror, panic, and the goddamn leeches.
Heaven sucks. It's spent in complete slavery. Hell sucks. It's spent in complete freedom. Heaven sucks. It is spent superficial... no more pain, no more suffering, hate, heartache, fear, terror... it's boring. Hell sucks. It is spent excess... too much pain, too much suffering, too much hate, too much heartache, too much fear, too much terror... it's eternal excess bores one into even more depraved excess until that too bores them.
Life is pretty damn awesome... don't squander it thinking about death.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
