Red
Idk what’s more scandalous in my carnal reprobate reasoning mind. Rage at being born without ever wanting to be or having a funeral and being mourned over when you never wanted for anyone to be sad nor understand why the hell someone would be sad.
From the moment You brought me into this world
I’ve been utterly afraid of You. How can I not doubt the one that can rightfully utterly damn me? I’m better off teaching an English class to a room full of corpses that are dead. Oh they wouldn’t hear they are dead! So it’s the same way to attempt to explain the utter futility of the amount summary of my foolish thoughts that are full of hatred of myself the devil and fake hypocritical predator ministers I count them as my enemies. So how can God dwell in such a gross vessel?