"I run with the pack, with every freedom. I am god, selfishness embodied strong enough to build this mountain. A barrier you`re cowardly to call by it`s proper name." I am a man who screams aloud as for I am nothing, humility exercised honest enough to humble any man who seeks peace. And I call it by its name. "jealousy" It turns the kindest of men green with rage and eats them from inside. I`ve climbed your mountain and found it to be no more than a mole hill compared to the hate you harbor for christ. I`d call it by it`s name if it had one. Rebellion against faith based on it`s failed followers. A rotting fool tied upon our necks that carry the blood of the crusades and the misunderstanding of homosexuality. Ammo, nothing but. A different time and a different language for a different people. Where morals were a foundation and not controversial. I am a man who`s screamed for far too long and near the end of his rope. .
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