God is dead and so are you.
I’m not talking about physical death here, though all of you are going to eventually be removed from your pathetic, meaningless existences. No, I am speaking of the death of your minds, and the death of your souls. You all in this room are joining the other dead outside that make up this entire country and most of this world.
There are some of you out there who are not dead, but I don’t know if I would call you living either, it doesn’t matter because soon the dead will absorb you and make you dead as well. You will be dragged down with them and make everything you have tried to fight against realized within yourself…By then it will be too late and you will be dead.
I in no way absolve myself from this fate; I have known for a long time that every grasp and gasp of mine is futile in every single way. The air around us is poison and nothing can protect us from that, not luck, not literature, or science, not God, not Oprah or Tyra Banks, and certainly not your damn iPods. Only the Unholy BOOM or the graceful bullet is mercy and frankly you all don’t deserve mercy for your sins. You all don’t deserve the Mercy Seat. Quite honestly, I would like nothing more than to see you all rot and suffer.
I’m not talking about physical death here, though all of you are going to eventually be removed from your pathetic, meaningless existences. No, I am speaking of the death of your minds, and the death of your souls. You all in this room are joining the other dead outside that make up this entire country and most of this world.
There are some of you out there who are not dead, but I don’t know if I would call you living either, it doesn’t matter because soon the dead will absorb you and make you dead as well. You will be dragged down with them and make everything you have tried to fight against realized within yourself…By then it will be too late and you will be dead.
I in no way absolve myself from this fate; I have known for a long time that every grasp and gasp of mine is futile in every single way. The air around us is poison and nothing can protect us from that, not luck, not literature, or science, not God, not Oprah or Tyra Banks, and certainly not your damn iPods. Only the Unholy BOOM or the graceful bullet is mercy and frankly you all don’t deserve mercy for your sins. You all don’t deserve the Mercy Seat. Quite honestly, I would like nothing more than to see you all rot and suffer.
I've got your attention now.
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