Sunday, August 7, 2022

I’m envious of Evil

Being good is hard.

People kill, rape, sell drugs and live it up.

People cheat and many never get caught.

Practicing perfection and trying to be a good person I admit has worn me out.

Somedays I’m actually even envious of evil.

How do they do it?

I don’t have the will power to do it. 

Evil deeds are amazingly unbelievable.

Many good people persecute one another, many good people beat up on people who they know they can get over on.

These are just my thoughts, so does good or evil even exist?

I guess one cannot exist without the other.

Who is good? Does it not take evil to fight evil while good people cheer for their side?

Practicing perfection and trying to be good, it almost seems like you can never be good enough because eventually envy will destroy a good thing.

I’m envious of evil and I’m good enough to admit it.

If evil is chasing me, it must be envious of me also.

I wonder why?

Maybe it’s just my imagination, or could it just be the laws of nature?

Saturday, August 6, 2022

Thumbs Up!

Left alone, the books became my friends.

I learned so much that I looked in the mirror and gave myself a thumbs up.

I heard it in a song that when people believe in things that they don’t understand that they suffer.

That could be why most scholars are open minded.

They understand.

Thumbs up to those who take the time to study.

Thumbs up!

Friday, August 5, 2022

They left me hanging on a cross

You don’t even know me…

You don’t even see me…

I gave you everything that you own. Why did you just leave me there hanging?

Can’t you see that I’m alone.

Can’t you see me in pain?

Do you see me suffering?

You go and die for criminals and people who enslaved you, but you leave me, the king of the world hanging.

Once my wrath is over, you will worship me.

I will return on a black horse next time and instead of giving life, I will take it.

Hanging and bleeding on my last breath, I see everyone watching and going on with their lives.

When I return, there will be a price to pay.

They all left me hanging on a cross.

Now I’m the sun.

The all seeing eye.