About the worldly nothings…
These people who are trying to teach me things
Are only pride fully boasting of their excellence.
If only they saw what I see,
they’ve mistaken foolishness for the world.
So blindly guide me from my sins with your pride,
As I walk His narrow path towards my Light.
and here I sit asking God for help while I’m surrounded by demons.
The Truth About Lust. Disturbing isn’t it?
I started this as a doodle last year and wanted to depict “beauty”. Found it last night and for some reason, this is what became of it.
Instead of doing my 10 page essay. O.
This world is a fucked up place. Everything is surfaced to ruin you or eventually kill you. You are alive to eventually die. You think I’m wrong? Look around. From the perfect wealth you’ve got yourself wrapped in to the nice cars you drive. Now look further. The woman you just walked by fucks whoever puts money in her pants so she can keep the kids from starving. The guy standing next to you? He’s the father of her kids, but he’s always too drunk or high to even take care of himself. The kid that just ran passed you? He’s brilliant, like Einstein smart but he’s too busy busting tables at iHop to make sure he can pay the rent. That beautiful girl you went to high school with? She’s dead. Beauty does kill when you get lost in the wrong neighborhood at the wrong time. The kids in the third world are dying as we speak, one after another, they’re all collapsing because there’s no food to keep them alive. Why is that?
Hah, it doesn’t matter to you, because your time’s coming too buddy. If not a psychotic killer, car accident, cancer or some other bodily dysfunction, you’ll eventually get killed. Everything gets killed by something doesn’t it? But no, that’s not a worry for now; there are better things to be worried about, Right? You need to do this and that, are mad at whom and such, want fuck this person or that person, and are saving up money for the next iPhone when the next-next iPhone will probably be worse than the next-next-next iPhone.
But no one wants to worry about anything, do they? Everyone wants to be happy so everyone can entertain their self-indulgence. She works out to make sure she’s healthy, to make sure she looks good, and to feed her pride even more. He smokes weed to forget about the world, forget about the problems, to just get high. They all pop a molly every Friday or Saturday so music can sound better, so they can dance for hours or so they can just be happy. They want to be educated so they can know things just to be smart. Go ahead, take the edge off, get drunk, high, or laid. But for what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and forfeit his soul?