środa, 18 stycznia 2017

Religion.

How religion hold hands on us?


How someone can tell you: YOU WILL GO TO HELL! 

And than the opposite: GOD ALWAYS LOVE YOU AND WANT FOR YOU EVERYTHING BEST!

How do you feel about that?

Is it true love when someone is making you, than leaving you crying and hopeless, sending demons around you to fucking "test you" if you are good or not (beside that for God you are reflection of himself [why HIMself? Why not HERself?] and he is the only true, pure love [so hey girls, you are bad, just becouse someone said that thousand years ago!])?

YAAASSSS this is LOVE! 

How God can let bombs spread like rain on his believers?
Do you know any King who let enemies do it on his people?


He said, we all can go to the heaven.

But if you are gay, HELL no.

If you are born in poor family and you have to steal food from market, he won't let you come.

If you have no other option but from childhood you are learned how to kill others (Africa in example), HE WON'T LET YOU COME IN.


But if you are rich? 

YAAASSSS! Oh wait a minute!
He said:
"(Mt 19,24) Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God."


So, who will go to the heaven? 

Sheep's? Who don't have their will?
But we have our will!

We have it but we should listen to 10 commandments of God and other ones as well - if not - GO TO HELL. 


Is that the will of God?

So why he is so evil? 

Jealous? ([Exodus 34:14] "indeed, you are not to bow down in worship to any other god, because the LORD's name is Jealous—he's a jealous God") while saying jealousy is a bad thing.

I can speak more AND I WILL, but please. 


Just be yourself.
Believe in yourself. You are worth it. 



              YOU OWN EVERYTHING BABY


wtorek, 17 stycznia 2017

2016

And it's falling down hardly.
Falling down like an iron from burning desk on the floor while she is still in the bed.
And it's heavy. Too heavy to carry this leaf given by an Angel.
Still we are going round, round, round baby, but when we stop it?

From an eye to the mouth, from the head to the ground.

I prefere to speak, before forgetness peak.
I would like to share everything I know, before you go.

Before I forget. Before regret.

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