Isn't it a good day? I'm here by the loses. The day is bright and the sun is glimmering too, my thoughts still linger why some promises are yet to come. They say we learn where we fall and somehow it seems uncertain plus bizzer why some still don't learn. Sometimes not doing something is actually doing something, says Benjamin.
Are we dogs that just strode and grow to become mucus? Sometimes they share a purpose, seen better than the others even steep in humanity that our conscience doesn't kill us. We partake in avowed unrighteousness forgetting about blasphemy.
Our believes are now that of the world believing that God will always forgive our iniquities so our act tells no remorse even the devil wouldn't attempt our actions. Cheers to our younger days where the heaviest downpour wouldn't stop us. Those days we would memorise those lines and cry to be perfect.
Stop, stop because talk is cheap. Whose words wouldn't mean something and that's probably why it's not the hand that touches everybody but the words from the soul. We're heading down to the sink or whose eyes is worth the reward.
All I'm saying is this, God is good but don't abuse it like a drug. He won't judge you so don't judge him saying that his name is worth your blasphemous acts so if you ask me I would say, "Wrong is the ways we interpret him".
