This place, this is where the devils roam.
Searching for answers they conquer their own lives.
Heart-starving vultures, crushing their own minds.
More than money, we need compassion.
More than feeling, we just need to be felt.
Is this the very nature of living?
All of the power of the people, falling to their knees.
Faithless creatures feeding out of their own hearts.
We have been rotting out the dead for so long.
Please, listen to your faith, listen to your soul.
Is this the fear that has lifted us?
What direction are we going in, how do we live,
how do we feel, how do we believe?
Did we fight to free ourselves or to imprison our minds?
Is our soul just one thing, or nothing?
To face an oncoming army of hell,
we stand clear of love because it's all hate.
Not hate of other people, but hate of ourselves.
I promise, we are all children till we are old, but the grey cannot shake the skin we live in.
YOU. YOU are worth more than anything of this world.
You have killed yourself to a faithless culture of money,
providence, greed, self-reliance.
You are loveless, faithless, broken, feared and starved.
All the money in the world and you're still poor.
All the money in the world and it cannot buy you faith or love.
Listen, don't sell yourself to someone. Someone who tells you, "what to think or what to feel". Who treats you like cattle, a piece of machinery. These unnatural men and women who don't know how to love themselves, so they try to love you. Have true friends, not friends who come to you in aid, just to disappear when you need them the most. Ones who come to you as a companion but inwardly they are ferocious devils (Matthew 7:15). Belong more to yourself. Don't bury your soul, bury your money. Don't build a home, build a family. Don't be the church, become the church. Days soon pass, and people die. But the difference between life and death, is time.
I am 23 years old, and I have died once already.
