My Dream Of An Apocalypse That Was

This Question Is Posed To Mayself, Am I A Man Who Thinks He's An Angel? Or An Angel Who Thinks He's A Man?

There's Days When I'd Love Everybody To Relize That Things Have Gone Too Far, And We Need To Be Born Again...but There Are Other Days When I Think The World Deserves To Be Destroyed. Why Should I Help Anybody? Everybody's Stepped On Me My Whole Life.

You Look A Certain Way Because You Want People To Listen To You In A Certain Way.

If You Intend To Create Something That People Will Observe And Listen To, You've Got To Listen To Them First.

Gradually, I Began To Resent Christian School And Doubt Everything I Was Told. It Became Clear That The Suffering They Were Praying To Be Released From Was A Suffering They Had Imposed On Themselves—and Now Us. The Beast They Lived In Fear Of Was Really Themselves: It Was Man, Not Some Mythological Demon, That Was Going To Destroy Man In The End. And This Beast Had Been Created Out Of Their Fear.