It's not that I am a saint, no
Yet I am a retarded sinner I am wicked and filthy I didn't know how to do goods I didn't have any idea, for the world is full of flexibility For since I was an ugly baby no one provided me an ideal model of good human No one I may be silent, I may be so quiet But I always judge since, well, forever I loathe to dead, full of disappointment Until the day I realised that the only perfect model of A person I want to be, also a person I desire to be with Is an a-hundred-percent-human-and-a-hundred-percent-God "See then that ye walk circumspectly, not as fools, but as wise, Redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Wherefore be ye not unwise, but understanding what the will of the Lord is." -Paul to Ephesians-
We're a generation of idiots. Smart phones and dumb people. |
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