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Mar 30, 2007 00:52

the past few weeks, i've had a particular idea that has played over and over in my head and i've questioned and talked and thought about it over and over. the idea is the over zealous christian crusades that take place and kill many daily. maybe not literally but emotionally. we push God and make into some sort of monster. i'm not denouncing God. i believe in a higher power known as God, but this pushy shovy stuff that is brainwashed into people where it can be sick. this makes me sad. why do we constantly talk about him every waking second and scare people from him. quit shoving shit at people!!! you scare them! a few years back, i believed that i needed to shove this jesus man at as many people as possible and that if they turned me away then i must press harder and this "persecution" was a good sign. but i truly think that, though the intention was of pure motive, that now that tactic is not correct. i think people with pure hearts are whole heartedly are sharing their zealous passion with others and those who learn and in a vulnerable time will fall to something they can find stability in. but then these people over popularize the theology and make a mess. and persecute anyone who doesn't meet eye to eye with their ideas. without just listening. and i did this at one time: and i want anyone who reads this, that i may have affected with this "crusade" of mine to know i am sincerely apologizing. i may be completely wrong but this is my feelings, over the past few weeks and my revelation. disagree if you will, but this is not meant to cause stupid religious debate. it's to make right a wrong i have done. though i am probably way off in it all. there is so much more than 2000 years... one day i think God will look at me and billions of others, and say you were way off. maybe, just maybe we overlooked the obvious. just find peace in your own heart, in what you believe is right, and keep an open mind and listen, and learn...

in all saying all that: the song below is based on the idea of what i wrote about above:

all i ever wanted was a clean grave
all this devastation
was never my intention
the fine proof never mentioned:
paying off counterfeit debt with a head full of regret.
this crusade isn't over yet; your feet are just getting wet.
wade in deeper
make amends with mr. reaper,
one day he'll be your innkeeper.
hiding from the inevitable
if i'm convinced, it can't be otherwise.
i'm comfortable
i'm moldable
i could have told her, but now we're ten times bolder
do you forgive me?
i'm my biggest contender
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