Silly atheists and their "evidence" ha ha ha
Thursday, August 2, 2007, 11:52 AM [General]
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Saved or Sold?
Saturday, July 28, 2007, 01:23 PM [General]
You tell me, you know a way to save my soul
I didn't know it was in danger
You tell me, I can live with a purpose
A purpose planned by strangers
You ask me, have I given thought
To where I'll go when I die
I agree, it will be in the fire
Then my ashes will scattered far and wide
Onto the earth, onto the natural grounds
The place of my birth, where paradise was once found
Before your kind had come, and everything was then enslaved
Why must I sell my soul, in order to have it be saved?
Save me from salvation
I'm sold to freedom
You tell me, I must believe in what is written
Despite the evidence it's a lie
I've tried your path, but everything inside of me
Felt like it was about to die
You tell me, yours is the only way
To find my way to heaven's door
I ask you, why does it feel instead
I'd be selling my soul like a holy whore?
Everything I am, everything nature made me be
You say I live in blindness, but there's so much beauty to see
Why must you destroy creation, to show your love for your Creator?
I fear I'd sell my soul, to come to your "liberator"
Save me from salvation
I'm sold to freedom
Is your soul saved, or is your soul sold?
Is your mind freed, or chained up, dead and cold?
Do you live life, or just live for gold?
Is your soul saved, or is it sold?
I didn't know it was in danger
You tell me, I can live with a purpose
A purpose planned by strangers
You ask me, have I given thought
To where I'll go when I die
I agree, it will be in the fire
Then my ashes will scattered far and wide
Onto the earth, onto the natural grounds
The place of my birth, where paradise was once found
Before your kind had come, and everything was then enslaved
Why must I sell my soul, in order to have it be saved?
Save me from salvation
I'm sold to freedom
You tell me, I must believe in what is written
Despite the evidence it's a lie
I've tried your path, but everything inside of me
Felt like it was about to die
You tell me, yours is the only way
To find my way to heaven's door
I ask you, why does it feel instead
I'd be selling my soul like a holy whore?
Everything I am, everything nature made me be
You say I live in blindness, but there's so much beauty to see
Why must you destroy creation, to show your love for your Creator?
I fear I'd sell my soul, to come to your "liberator"
Save me from salvation
I'm sold to freedom
Is your soul saved, or is your soul sold?
Is your mind freed, or chained up, dead and cold?
Do you live life, or just live for gold?
Is your soul saved, or is it sold?
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Website progress
Sunday, June 24, 2007, 12:34 AM [General]
Wow... the website for LoveStyle Equality is really taking shape. I have a whole lot of new styles of t-shirts and products on there, and will be adding more as soon as I think of them.
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Shout for Equality!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007, 05:52 PM [General]
I've opened a store at Cafe Press called... the LoveStyle Equality shop. Here are the two t-shirt styles sold there, including bumper stickers, refrigerator magnets, and coffee mugs.
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Speak
Saturday, June 16, 2007, 07:22 PM [General]
Speak.
Speak to me.
Speak to me not about how I should comply, conform, obey.
Speak to me about how I may rebel.
Give me no reasons why such radical ideals should fail.
I already know they don't.
I already know what we have already is doomed to.
Give me no lies about how things will work themselves out.
For I already know that they haven't.
I can see it all around me.
You can too.
Speak to me about why you cower to it.
Speak to me about why there isn't enough outrage.
I already know there's plenty.
What I want to know is why.
Why is there so much outrage, and so little unity?
Why are there so many angered, and so few standing?
Why do so many choke their anger, and accept the consolation?
Why?
I speak.
I speak to you not the things I'm supposed to say.
I speak to you about revolution, rebellion, radical ideals.
And I'm told to shut up.
I'm told they'll come get me if I'm not quiet.
I'm told to comply to save my life.
What kind of life is this?
Speak.
Speak like me.
Speak to all you know.
And let it be said no longer that this is life.
This is death.
This cage.
Speak, and be dead no longer.- Yours Truly
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