“God made man, man made drugs, drugs made me the man I am so tell me who’s to blame? This life Is just a game, Between him and the Devil, Which one of them is the best and deserves the medal, We’re the pawns and when we’re gone the game dosent actually end, Check mate but the game just starts back at the beginning again, Neither one ever wins, I think they’re working together, The Devil does whatever , wrong or right and and we call it “part of this life” or whatever Murder, suicide, an overdose, Mass shooting, another day, oh you know. And we let it go because it’s “gods will” he loves us so much he allows murders, rape and kids being killed, but still were told to have faith that it’s work of Satan, but if God made all why not take his life over millions being taken, but again maybe I just misunderstood, but take away all the evil then all you have left is the good, right? But what do I know I’m only just one man among many other things in this world for its all part of your plan. Not mine my father, but everyday that passes by this life gets harder. And I know I’m selfish when I pray for myself, when I know the whole world could really use your help. Sometimes I feel like I’m already in hell. Sometimes it’s really hard for me to tell, So let me try this, Dear father Lord hear my words, I’m tired of feeling pain and always getting hurt, I want better for this life I want better for the world, I want better for my ex because she’s an amazing girl. I pray for the homeless because I share their pain, I pray for my family because they hate to see me this way, I pray this changes and never happens again, I pray for greater things my father so in your name - Amen.”
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