get out of here, bastard of all bastards. liar of lies and father of none.

i flee from fear. when it's near i can't hear the voice of god. and i'm alone again, but it's only to test the best that He has to offer: to see if i will flee the world and its terrible lies. but i will. i'll survive and the only fear i'll feel is the real fear of not being with God. of being alone because that's when i pick up the phone and realize that no one is there. there's no air and the hair on my neck will stand on end. i can't defend the way i act. i can only hope that god agrees with me. or rather, that i agree with him.