this is a social scene anyway.

Come to the Father you who work and you’ll work no more.  And all you who labor in vain, and to the broken and shamed. To the bruised and fallen, captives bound and brokenhearted: Take heart, because He has overcome the world.

Don’t try to get even. Let God take revenge. He said so himself,

“I am the one to take revenge and pay them back.”

Justice is Yours. I know it is. I can keep getting angry over and over and over again, but I know that it will just consume me each and every time, and how am I to get better by doing that?

You are a just God, and I know that there’s a time and season for everything. A time to be silent and a time to speak. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time of peace. I know that in due time, all that is secret will eventually be brought into the open, and everything that is concealed will be brought to light and made known to all. The only thing I can do at times like these is to trust You with all my heart and to not depend on my own understanding.

I can’t always just be angry, and vengeful, and furious. Because anger does not produce the righteousness that He desires. Seriously, shame on me for always letting the sun go down while I’m still angry. How quickly I forget what I already know. Tsk tsk.

Don’t you think this could end up breaking you? Nah. Both you and I know that you don’t have a brain to think with.

Your life is a timebomb set to explode. You talk out your ass and everyone knows. For once you should listen or care what I think, or I'll be gone before you can blink. Scratch that, I’ve already chucked my deuces up to you. Everyone’s told you over and over again: You’re making the biggest mistake of your life. Everyone’s told you, everyone you left behind: You’re making the biggest mistake of your life. You are pathetically predictable. Everyone knows that you’re afraid of missing out. And I know that it's hard for you to swallow down, that your tiny little world you created is bound to explode...eventually. You lie through your teeth and everyone knows. For once you should take what I’m willing to give or you'll stay stuck in the web that you’re trapped in. It’s a little too late now that the chance we gave you, you didn’t take. For someone like you, I know it wasn’t an easy one to make but you have failed miserably because you couldn’t rise above it. You should have trusted the ones that are were closest to you. Girl, you done fucked up.

Curse my enemies forever. This desperation leaves me overjoyed, with fading lights that lead us past the lives that you destroy.

I listen to you cry, a cry for more attention, but both my hands are tied, and I’m pushed into the deep end. I listen to you talk but talk is cheap, and my mouth is filled with blood from trying not to speak. So search for an excuse and someone to believe you.

I’m dead from bad intentions. Suffocated and embalmed. You swore you wouldn’t lose, then you lost your brain. You make a sound that feels like pain.