I´M A MEMBER OF THE CHURCH OF MYSELF.
THE CHURCH OF MYSELF IS THE CHURCH OF MY MIND.
I´M MY OWN GOD. MY BODY IS MY TEMPLE.
I BELIEVE IN MY GOD, BECAUSE HE BELIEVE IN ME.
ANOTHER RELIGIONS CAN´T TELL THE SAME.
ANOTHER RELIGIONS ONLY WANTS YOUR CONTROL AND SUBMISSION.
I DONT NEED FAKE GODS OR EVILS.
I DONT NEED STUPIDS PROPHETS OR MESSIAH.
I DONT NEED STUPID BOOKS WITH USELESS LAWS.
I´M THE ONLY REPRESENTANT OF MYSELF ON EARTH.
NONE GOD IS OVER ME.
NONE HUMAN IS OVER ME.
NONE HAS RIGHT TO GIVE ME ORDERS.
NONE IS SUPERIOR ON ME.
NONE DEVILS FEAR ME.
I ONLY BELIEVE IN MYSELF, IN MY OWN, MY GOD, I, MYSELF.
AND YOU, YOU CAN MAKE YOUR OWN CHURCH OF YOURSELF.
YOU ARE YOURSELF GOD.
YOU CAN THINK FOR YOURSELF.
YOU DONT NEED NO ONE WHO THINK FOR YOU.
YOU DONT NEED A GOD THAT THREAT WITH HELLS AND PUNISHMENTS.
YOU CAN BELIEVE IN YOU, BECAUSE YOU CAN MAKE ANYTHING THAT YOU PROPOSE.
YOU CAN BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, YOUR OWN GOD.
YOU DONT NEED NO MORE.
The God of the Dead Things is the god of the passage of time, that dries the leaves, dries your life. You know very well that at all time chases you Ozz Big and Terribly.
in every corner, in every moment of the passage of time, He stalks you and observes and does not have hurry, since he has thousand forms, has thousand ways, and all the horrible ones, since they all have as end do your life useless. He eats up the hours, kills the days. With every minute that passes the things die, since he feeds of the passage of time, And you do not have remedy, with only a blow he separates you of your life. You know very well that will put end to your life. He is very patient, you can have an accident. He waits for you, do not doubt it, since he is the manager of doing that your life clouds over.
There is someone who says that can see it in the ancient photos, of this in white and black way eaten away. The passage of time has turned them into the fingerprint of the God of the Dead Things.
The God of the Dead Things......... the God of the Dead Things .........
I have to go away, calling this one to my door .......
The God of the Dead Things.
We lived in a society diagnosed with the typical picture of flat encephalogram. The stupidity is at the order of the day. Shit eats, is seen, heard. We are muffled in excrement, to say it somehow. Every day people are more stupid. Idiotly by the mass-media, making idiots machines, disinformation and distortion. Authentic cerebral washing machines that are able to impose their criterion to a suffered brain damage society, without opinion nor will. Only a simple commentary according to blows the certain wind. Saturation of pink nastiness, revolting policy, soccer of excrement, soap operas and aids; reality shows where the tear is the index of hearing and survival. Intoxicated by music Kleenex to use and to throw, I hear this year and forget next. Contaminated by they American fast food of hamburgers and chips. Wash our brain of step that passes the cola, annulling our will. That dirty water that who knows in that rotten culvert will gather it.
Cheated by the church and his stupid religion. The most deadly sect and in turn the most unpunished infects of the society. Overwhelmed by retrograde taboos, improper until of cultures previous to ours in the time. Limited by an authoritarian system, submitted as lambs to the voice of the leader of turn. Catched in absurd countries with borders this same that they mount and dismantle to their whim. Stunned by the deepest ignorance, that distinguishes between races, sexes, social cultures, classes, colour of skin, birthplace country, defects….etc. A intolerant society, contemptuous, egoistic, latently individualistic. A society in that you can dead in the middle of the street without nobody approaches, unless it is for steal you the change of the pocket. A society in where what one leaves the control and the established norms he is bad and it is necessary to end it. A society where it is not allowed to be different, where is impossible to be black sheep nor ugly duck, where the whole flock has to be clipped simultaneously. An unjust society, in which, in the commission of a crime, it is necessary to look for a culprit. It does not matter if it is it or no. It is necessary to find an expiatory goat, to show in television, to give example. It is necessary to demonstrate that the system works. They do not concern the criminal facts in if, but there is at all time a Turk head who occupies his site in the penitentiary, the electric chair or the gas chamber.
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