My body is the flute of God
My soul his song, one in unity
I'm his son, his bride, his friend, his beloved
Infact, he's me and l am him
This universe is an illusion, he alone exists
Everything begins and ends in him
He is himself the lover and the beloved
The first, the last, the manifest, the hidden
My privilege of feeling like a total loser. A waste of space. A soul crushing, liberating privilege. Once you realize you are up to no good, that you will amount to nothing in life, you can't help but come into terms with your nothingness. A little before other people who have a lot to lose.
What's the use of doing anything whilst you are approaching death, if not today, then tomorrow ? And why shouldn't we celebrate death and cry over birth ? Why should l not put an end to the universe if l could, to get to where it's heading anyways ?
To each "why", we can only respond with silence. Everything else, science, religion and philosophy can take a seat. It's not for mankind to contend with its wretched fate. So fold yourself and submit in infinite resignation. We are in face with the void we can never fill or forget. The reality of our unreality.
Leave your enemies to me. I will bless them in this world and make them forget my remembrance. They will live as cattle. Deaf, dumb and blind. What's their life but a fading illusion ? They will be forced to a narrow path, a meaningless existence.
This world is a rotten carcass, its seekers are dogs
Infact, worse than dogs as dogs love their master
But you forgot God in the love of a fleeting illusion
So God has left you wandering in the mire of nihilism
Every atheist is deaf dumb and blind, worse than a donkey
He mistakes his state of confusion for enlightenment
So let the arrogant people celebrate worldy progress
It will all be leveled to dust, as every civilization before
You people will destroy yourselves with your own hand
I would waterboard you, break every single bone in your body.
RIP apart your flesh, cook it and feed it dogs.
Your parents would be tied to a chair and see you getting tortured.
I would shove a giant cactus up your mums ****.
Your smelly stinky ***** Jewish dad would be ***** by 100 *******.
I would grap all of your family members by their big ugly Jewish nose and send them to Hell.
**** Jews , wish ****** didn't stop killing your people.
****** is my ideal, I wish l can continue what he left unfinished oneday.
**** Israel and all jews living in the world.
Everyone who befriends you is as bad as the next jew and doesn't deserve to live on earth.
Why did l ever mend my clothes with fine stitches
My unpatched shirt spoke with its buttons untucked
My life it held with its warmth over my body against the night
And my eyes could barely see a blue sunshine, was it me ?