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You all speak of God, but none of you know Him.  You place yourselves below Him.  You inhibit your potential by denying the language of the universe.  You believe yourselves to be higher than all other animals, and below a concept.  Imagine a world with no science, and realize how doomed we would be as a species.  You brainwash your children, indoctrinate them with ideas of hatred, and for what?  You constantly obsess over blood and death and flesh and sin.  You all wear devices of torture around your necks.  Even if YHWH returned, none of you would recognize Him.  You believe your deprecated and bastardized scriptures to be the words of your lord.  You are too stubborn to delve into the origins of your religion.  When you die, your brains will decay, and all of your memories shall perish.  You all will face death, and you all will be dead before you all can realize there is no heaven.  So in a way, you are all blessed.  Ignorance is bliss.

You are a parasite.  Sucking the lifeblood out of everyone who lends you their attention.  Where have I been these past few years?  Where have you been, lustful creature?  Why are you always there and never?  What all have I done for you?  What all have we done together?  Do I deserve your deceit?  How easy is it for you to lie to my face?  Look away and cover your tracks.  I see beyond you and I always will.  I see all.  No matter what.  Even when you are away from my sight, I have everything beside me.  A heart is more than the organ of life; it is an organ of mind.  Some hearts are weaker than others, and some are strong.  Some are boiled and some are fried.  Some are thrown against a wall.  Some have eyes and most are blind, but mine are soaked in light.  I see in many ways that most will never understand.  You are not a lone destroyer.  We are many.  We have many names.  We are everyone and no one; everywhere and nowhere.  I have been scorned, but I am no virgin; however, the torture was prolonged.  You deserve a castle, and a terrible earthquake.  You deserve a star, and a seat at the core.  You deserve life, at the center of a galaxy.  And what do I deserve?  Keep your wicked tongue away from blackened wolves of forests.  You may think yourself above us all, but think that to their fangs.  I will be here as the wolf devours you.  He will place himself within you and I will be too far for rescue.  He has come as a sheep.  You have cast your pearls.  Feel the consequences; pleasurable as they may seem.  You will transform.  You will not recognize yourself.  The world will know you as a brand new image.  The image will be as a picture in a broken frame, crackling in flames.  Goodnight.

Maybe dwelling on the past can only spoil the future. Yesterday means nothing to me today. Everything is psychological.

I hate living with drug addicts.  Even though I love both my brother and father.  My dad replaced tobacco cigarettes with his electronic cigarette.  I hate how he feels he can smoke it wherever he wants.  I hate how my brother is addicted to marijuana.  My room smells like a fucking skunk at the moment.  Both of our doors are closed, but since his room is next to mine, it somehow crept its way into my air.  I had to tell him and his friends that I have the right to breathe clean air.  This is my house too.  I deserve clean air.  I’m in college and doing something with my life.  I work hard to pass my classes.  I at least deserve clean air.  Instead of smoking doja outside or in the garage, they hotbox in his bedroom.  I have to live with this.  In a few more years, I will leave this place.  I will have my own place.  I will never have to live in a house with a smoker ever again.  They don’t understand my frustration.  I quit smoking and I regret ever starting.  I wish I could live to see the day that my dad isn’t a nicotine addict.  I wish I could live to see the day that my brother doesn’t need to get high in order to enjoy his day.  Wishes aren’t meant to come true.  I hope I don’t have to hear the news that my father has lung cancer.  Or my brother getting arrested.  Hopes are in the boat with wishes.

Fifteen miles away. Back to the explosion. “It felt like someone had opened an oven door behind you. It went right round your body and inside your guts. I had never been so frightened.” Have you ever seen the skeletons of Nagasaki? They are white. Every bit of flesh is cleaned away. The bones are white. Not black. They look polished. The ground was littered with spines and skulls. When the waves reach trees or metal objects, any paint or bark blows away in the wind. It looks like mist. Paint burns beautifully. If the wave hits you, it crushes every organ in your body. Then the wind throws you in the damage path. When the wind recedes, your body is dragged along back towards the epicenter. Nuclear warfare is frightening.

You think before you act but your thoughts are driven by emotion.

You never see beyond your confines.

You blindly devote your time to pretty faces and easy satisfaction.

You stand at an open door and look for the closed ones.

We were parallel once.

We became askew.

I have locked this door.