Nauseous

Life is a bitch.

I have been through the shittiest of years, and it just keeps getting worse.

But my chief complaint is against hypocrites. I carry this torch always for my father's sake.

And this month, today even, it burns hotter and brighter than it ever has before.

Does the word repentance have meaning for anyone, anywhere, anymore.

I can't wait till this world burns. And I won't cry if the hypocrites burn with it.

We should be so thankful that I don't control the fate of men's souls.