>Dear Diary: the thread
Nobody can fuck with you, you'll just fuck up yourself.
You're under divine protection, but who'll protect you when those gods die?
You're above fear, but fear will find you again.
You're ready to receive, and receive you will.
You'll be pure, yet the world will take a dump on you nevertheless.
You refuse mediocrity, though you'll fall back into obscurity.
You see into the future, but those murky visions are in the past.
This post might seem edgy for all i know, but you get the idea.
Also:
>still acknowledging God