I feel the change that I want coming. Deep down I know I can’t bear life like this any longer. God is working. Time is moving. My heart is beating. My friends are with me, my family’s watching. What is coming? My dream I hope — the ability to afford all that I please to afford, and the cause being that I am a successful artist in many realms of existence. God grant me this, and I ought open up the world the doors of my perception in hopes of receiving the fateful fulfillment I yearn for endlessly.
America should respect the sovereignty of other nations, despite its history of not doing so.
if my purpose isn’t to speak out then what is it? to remain a slave to this feeling of guilt forever? No I’m not perfect. I’m a sinner. I have no goodness but I cannot live without a purpose. Standing for justice is all I have. That is the only thing I have left.
we are all evil but would you let your evil convince you of what isn’t true? shame on you. believe in the truth till you die. the truth is greater than you.