But the road to hell is paved with good intentions,
And whether or not you were trying to ruin my friend -
The simple fact is that you almost did
And I just watched him succumb to your steps
And your higher powers
Just call it what it is:
A shame based cult that helps a few and condemns the rest
You should find better ways to help
Without oligatory surrending of self to a metaphor for the christian god
Find people who need your help,
Let them know that they are fundamentally okay
(not predestined fuck-ups)
Dogma must be scrapped
And in it's place an environment to grow
So much potential to do so much
Believe in yourselves to fight your demons
Believe in yourselves and not some power
You're just trading one addiction for another

Three years of life searching for thisglimpse of serenity Objections controlled rather than follow I walked by self looking for truths in your words None found Now my friends immersed, abandonded by me, should I feed her the lies I was told? Your addictions misplaced on me without thought they may not be mine Three years of my life wasted for this Can't find your serenity