Spouting your experiences... full of shit to me. The disbelieving heathen child Absorbs your words but takes no notice. I'm tired of you forcing this down my throat. Go ahead. Tell me about what you believe. Make my mind spin more than it already is. Don't let me get a word in edgewise. This hurts, becasuse it's your fault I can't beleive. Why the fuck did you have to leave? The "language of God" makes sense however. feeling so deep that words cannot express the language of the spirit... your throat closes and aches... your eyes well and tears spill out the language of the soul spiling out trying to revert your words expell your feelings... make the recipient understand. feelings so deep. "human beings cannot comprehend." But why is it different. IF there is one, why is he different everywhere? My head hurts. My neck is stiff... painful adn aching. If it was satan, why do I feel like that constantly? someone there that shouldn't be? why would he waste so much time on me? The little girl that won't believe? Unimaginable horror In my mind... when my thoughts find that place. You cannot possibly understand. "I hope this makes it easier. I hope you can believe. Does it seem so hard now? Impossible? Just remember that you have time to decide. This isn't final." SHUT. UP.