An evil man who became righteous will get glory while righteous man who soon turned to be an evildoer will burn in sulfur.
But how can something blame the poor? A hard rain is falling and there's no shelter for the storm, no soup for warmth, no water for everlasting thirst and just like there ain't no god.
Cause some folks god means hope.
Fate lies just like the devil always do
Sweet words could lure a confused ears, lonely eyes could be tricked by aesthetical beauty, unsoulful heart can outbeat a purer one.
Hell could be somebody's paradise. Billions of different preferences, why cant you say yours? Everyone is afraid of something, humans tremble, pain is to feel. And beauty is so subjective you don't know what's attractive anymore.
Evil exists cause god chose a contrary. All things are balance, makes things heavenly. Some are made to be unholy and some chose to worship their own body.
2.24am sixth of my February
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
An evil man who became righteous will get glory while righteous man who soon turned to be an evildoer will burn in sulfur.
But how can something blame the poor? A hard rain is falling and there's no shelter for the storm, no soup for warmth, no water for everlasting thirst and just like there ain't no god.
Cause some folks god means hope.
Fate lies just like the devil always do
Sweet words could lure a confused ears, lonely eyes could be tricked by aesthetical beauty, unsoulful heart can outbeat a purer one.
Hell could be somebody's paradise. Billions of different preferences, why cant you say yours? Everyone is afraid of something, humans tremble, pain is to feel. And beauty is so subjective you don't know what's attractive anymore.
Evil exists cause god chose a contrary. All things are balance, makes things heavenly. Some are made to be unholy and some chose to worship their own body.
2.24am sixth of my February
I cant get sleep
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