Separation

The worst of any and all things

Bringing loneliness, desperation

O The questions filling our souls,

where do we or any belong here

Damned to flames of destruction

Our hearts to experience,

a very worst of anything

Release found in suicide

No longer needing to feel

Suicide of our many hearts

Crying out into empty space

To never feel, kill one thing

The only thing that is true

That will truly ever matter

Damned to the flames of destruction

Our heart’s being burnt forever ever

The scar left over never truly healing

Damned to the flames of destruction

We imprisoned our own souls

The flames that burn we feed

With our hatred they’ll grow

Our souls, screaming children

Shouting, shrieking, bawling

Horror of our own deeds

Our friends turning away

Off to torture their owns

Brevity is our life of pain

Can we ever in all the world

know why we commit suicide

Hangings of our own souls

Murder of our own hearts

Suicide of one importance.

Over the distances fathom

A great truth of immensity

Kill our souls for numbness

Lack of feeling, shuffle on

Without sensation we can’t focus

No longer must we search for it

An answer, simple without feeling

We get to fall back into the bliss

Making the decision of indecision

That will never save us

Nor will it save our souls

We do meet death finally

With killing, child within

Hate filling our large hole

What shall we say to Him

We will fall we can’t stand

Only souls left in the end

Experiencing what we did

If we did never kill

What would we know

Would life continue

We to be one with him

meant to be sent

This, my life, a hollow end to nothing.
empty, my soul, air does not fill me up
At a loss, I cry out, words on the winds
seems they to carry my thoughts away
not where they were meant to be sent.

1. Breath slowly,
2. take air in,
3. let it out.
4. control your thoughts, emotions.
5. breath in again,
6. focus your thoughts, emotions,
7. breath out.
8. be at peace.

sailing on the wind, powerful feelings surround.
bright sunshine on my face, who cares of me?
A pen in air, writing your thoughts, only good
Beauties come from that pen on to the papers.
sky blue, grass green, palms, birds, butterflies.
turning there are dark clouds,death, judgment
there is a wind and the hateful evil stack whisks.
fire quickly consumes them and beauty returns
where are the good papers, they also are gone.
a voice on the winds calling to me to listen to it.

these stacks do not matter,if they had you would die.
mostly from all the grief, but that's besides the point.
what really matters is how you had responded to him
the one who controls that pen, paper, wind, and fire.
The one who may or may no be your best friend.

It's not about sides, Don't we get it yet?

When we look at this world what do we see? Beauty love compassion peace good stillness, lust anger greed war hate evil. When we look at this world what do we see? Do you see what I see, do you see love hope evil yet good coming after, death but life at the same time. Or do you see death with no end, hate with no end, life that ends without hope, science that points to nothing that matters, desperation of men trying to fix their spot in heaven?
When I see that world, I see the life in it as under an evil spell, which some day will be lifted and revealed to be the effect of all our evil deeds. I see a purpose in life not just to live right but to live right because you personally know who created this world. I don't live doing good things to prove any worthiness to some god so he will accept me, what kind of god would ever want to do that anyway, would you? I do good because I know Him, and what a blessing it is to do good. When I see death I see enlightenment of a soul burdened with hate and love in the same heart, and whether that heart bears love or hate for Him determines where that soul will go. But here's the thing, God does not punish us for our sins, the "judgement" we get is our own decision, and we either have chosen to love God and his ways or hate God and his ways. If we hate God, then we don't want to be with him, and that is what Hell is, simply the separation of our souls from God. Let us remember that. God only carries out our choices, and that is with Great saddness in his big heart.

years and probabilities

In eternity we find the existence of a speck, some turtles, or a god. Now here's the question. If we believe in a speck, we must have faith in it's forever existence. You also have to know that a simple cell is made up of at least 600 proteins, and a simple protein is made up of 100 amino acids. The time it would take to create one simple protein in a primordial soup on earth would be 15 billion X 10 to the power of 60, which equals 1.5 with 70 zero's behind it, or 15000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 years. But here's the real crunch, thats just one protein, you need at least 599 more and then they have to somehow fit into the right places. The true probabilities are in truth, much more then what scientists call impossible.

If there is a God, you can do away of all those numbers because with a divine power numbers mean nothing. At least when you have a god who created everything you don't have to believe in something that existed all by it'self for eternity and then believe that by chance we became who we are by mutations of the slightest degree over time.