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Existence is of same value as decease. What meaning is a death if you had not existed, and what meaning is life if you will not ultimately perish? Is it even a life at that point?
God created us all with an inevitable destiny. A coming, living, and at last a passing. But oh, how tired I am of pleading Him to take my life instead of my innocence.
How filthy He has made me. My fingers are soddening in iniquity, and my body is disgraceful.
Still, for how significant they all claim Him to be, they have verified nothing but the contrary, and their beliefs contradicted the truth.
And God gave me this mind. He gave me these thoughts and granted me the ability to doubt Him. He carved sin and punishment into my skin, Hell into my bones and suffering into my veins.