again you open your mouth so quickly spewing out sentece fragments explaining your beleif in fairy tales those superheroes, those pages of assholes that supposedly set moral standards...
with every ancient text shit onto paper explaining how we live our lives...
i could give less of a fuck what you beleive... but to each their fucking own. there is nothing after this we're all going to rot...
so i believe... we are the godless, we are the doomed.. too much of a good thing can make a man choke so before i vomit take a step back... you are not me...
it takes guts to stand against modern day society and we will never fall in the line with the fucking sheep. whom herd towards a relic forged in deceit, placed in pride as a reminder of a finger that never stops shaking at you when in their eyes you have commited a wrong against the cloth this is my rebuttal. this is my counter offer...