It's late. I wonder why you Godless friend why it stings to roll and watch you muck yourself with your own love juices-- how it's only embarassing and not wrong to you. There is no love in sex for you. No 'love making.' No children, no family, only with convenience and it's stinging how I … Continue reading Godless Friend
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Wake Me Up When I’m Smarter
What do I do now, Father? The die's been cast the game now bought and the red numbers higher than ever, while I, here, have no hands-on in controlling the flow of money. Blank, hard, cold cash. It hurts the lack thereof, but hurts more than I even want it at all. There is no … Continue reading Wake Me Up When I’m Smarter
A Green Hill Faraway
I seek a green place in a world claimed by everyone, and every speck of giving land already giving or given up. I seek a mountain far away, where no one seeks to climb. Except those who seek me out for me and me alone. I seek diamonds not for their worth but for their … Continue reading A Green Hill Faraway
The Ten Original Thoughts
I was once told by a yoga instructor that every man only has a max of ten original thoughts, with the average being five or six. Every thought can be traced back to those originals, and outside of that we don't get any new thoughts. I've since wondered about my own thoughts and tried to … Continue reading The Ten Original Thoughts
To Worship
If He came down to me I would happily call him Lord, my God, because of love, not because of any made up idea of religious fervor. How can I not call Lord the One who made it worth it to suffer as I do? The one who made it so I'm meant for something … Continue reading To Worship
Apostate
Why did you leave? You say it's because the home was a lie, that there is no way to find God, for all ways lead to God, and very few lead to the devil. I say I will not, that I will not leave my Father's path, and you ask "What if it is a … Continue reading Apostate
Wicked
Swallow the cap of bleach and hide the poison you take every day so you can afford to kill yourself. Evict the yellow blood. Make salvation tenderly, then sit it in the corner in a dirty onsie, while you fill your home with hellfire money and sickness. Drink deep of pleasure whenever you want, pretend … Continue reading Wicked
Dear God
God, I am weak. Let me confess that first, even though I know you don't care, because I feel the need to be accountable to my Father for all the wrong I've done. And I come to you to ask: why do so many claim hell is happiness? No. That is but one more sin … Continue reading Dear God
Author T.S. Lowe 