The way we die is unheard of.
The way we live is nothing.
We may not confuse faith for coincidence,
but we do not control when the earth takes it place.
You will die, and may be saved, but will die.
Nothing isn't possable. Nothing is possable.
You may think your alone, but you never are.
You may be sad, but over what?
Could've that been worse?
No. Never would be worse.
Worse, it would've never been real.
Reality, Isn't even real at all.
Wat would real be? Fake?
Fake is nothing.
Everything can be real.
Molocules can connect.
Unicorns can be created, but why
mess with gods rules?
To make a unicorn?
A waste of humans.
You can make a mamoth, are you scared?
They worlds molocules have an effect off of gasoline.
We dont care that we're destroying gods creation.
We don't stop. We're killing ourselfs.
Messing with his creations.
Make a unicorn, a mamoth.
We've messed with gods creation.
Everything is messing with gods creation.
Smoking is hurting gods creation.
His best creations.
Us.