I have no soul left to feed on. Each time I held my tongue in your presence, I had to take a small bite in order to survive. Feeding on my own soul in order to feed your ego came at too great a cost. Your self worth shouldn’t be greater than my self-respect. In your one-sided interpretation of freedom, the rules are designed in order to convince the confused that they aren’t. You know… You know… Each time you look in the mirror, you know. You cheat with the Sun in order to look like me, yet you call me ugly. You pretend to hate me. You know…. Actually, your perversions are the very reason you stole us anyway. On an equal scale, you would have never measured up. Like the common liar and thief, you are of the night. Me, I am of the Sun. The Sun is faithful to me, which is why I don’t look like you. I don’t hate you. I hate what you have done. Actually, I pity you. Am I angry? No, I’m not. Why? Each time I breathe, your insecurities keep you up at night. Nightly, each fearful pace that you take reminds you that the goods that you have stolen will one day return to their rightful place. We are Gods… We are God’s……Patrick
This week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no other reason than to make their lives better. As always, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to the leave a map for the rest of us. Always Choose Love Because Love Changes Everything.
I 2 Am Hueman 