Upon the highest plateau
Beneath the crush of sky
We lie with our backs on gardens
Full of roses and lye

And when it rains we swear we
Heard their mouths fill to the brim
Oceans born in watery screams
The hymns of gore and grim

And ,oh, we linger for a glimpse of light
From those who miss it so
We don't recall we speak to the wretched
Who can tell no tales of hope

For their tales are of no words
But flesh writhing with 1000 pricks of pain
It's no fault of them for chaos
But who on to place the blame?

Those old men of religion
Spoke of the oldest ills
But filtered through their distortion
Made a holier way to kill

We once were pure as baby's breath
But now just bombs and guns
Our eyes filled with hatred
Our eyes plucked out by the sun

...And those old men of religion
Who promised to make us saved
Changed the god who to we prayed
Replaced by a pin pulled grenade

Deaf and dumb we followed
Our minds infested with sight
And chose to destroy our brothers
Caressed by the shadow of night

They led us to the middle of the great bridge
"For oblivion!" they said to pray
But our tongues sparked like lightning
When both ends started to fray

We fell from the bridge like angels
To a lake of blood and guilt
Where frozen winds blow freely
Where the blackest of roses wilt

This place of oldest desire
Where serpents destroy our heels
While our souls turned bleak as winter
Fire is all we feel

Standing in line with plucked out eyes
Though so close we cannot hear each other scream
The greatest mistake our wills have made
Left us in chaos in the abyss of our dreams

We slowly march to the hills of hollow souls
Awash in tears from God's eye
To lay with those we used to know
In gardens of roses and lye

It is logical to assume that Knell
Is none other than the indication of the end, or the failure of something
It is logical to assume that Sin
Is none other than a vitiated state of human nature
In which the self, is estranged from God
Both terms are related to faith, are they not?
Faith is related to hope, to belief
As well as the ability of the mind, to rot
"Why would you display such a name?" one would ask
Who are we to display anything?
For anything, will have always been something, in the past

Who is KnellSin? It is really quite simple
He is I, a sole entity who, after many years of terror
Will always remain nameless to the world
Yes, and again, yes
KnellSin is I, and I have failed
KnellSin has failed to follow the will of God
My regrets are nothing but an atom in the vastness of our universe

God of all Gods
to the Goddess & Goodness
Of the full moon
I ask for protection
from things that mean
to harm me or mine
I ask for patience
to find in myself & others
to help in my travels through life
I ask that my heart is always open
to those who are true
and protected from those meaning to harm
I ask for guidance in my Journey's through life
That I always travel in the way of the light
By your will let it be.

The most powerful weapon,
is your belief....
suddenly,
the ticking of the clock strikes fear,
and explosions are anticipated...
how do you stop a man,
unafraid to die...?

what ever happened to peace....
was it just an illusion bordered by fear?
because I believe the border has thickened....
and I`m now afraid of public clocks .....

fate, hear me,
take this drenching,
I offer before the flame,
its scent pervokes me no longer.
I beg to forget this all,
clean these hands,
of our blood.

Will we defend Our Prophet (S) ?



Was Prophet Muhammad a rapist, should we believe those who are racist

Did he terrorize innocent people out of oppression, was he a man of extreme aggression

What determines a loser, is it an abuser, and one who is known as a user

Is there any saying of Prophet Muhammad’s wives, claiming he was constantly abusing their lives?

Instead they defended him and praised him often, till the day they rested in their coffin

They say Islam is a disease infecting our minds, must we replay history in rewind

History of the whites (The oppressors-not all) has been nothing less than terror, they need to take a close look at the mirror,

To see hypocrisy shining through a reflection, yet another one gets voted in every election

Will we ever live a day when Muhammad (S) isn’t mocked, by people filled with ignorance, who wish to see us locked,

Locked and imprisoned and abused with successive beatings, as we cry for assistance as we remain bleeding

Bleeding from internal pain which destructed our inner core, yet they repeat the same act, like on others before

O God- What will it take for these kuffar leave us alone, we are called terrorists for being armed with stones,

The world is coming to an end, but we haven’t woken from our sleep, as we encounter them in clashes from everything they keep

Kuffar defile the Nabee, does that make us defend Muhammad’s (S) back, what will it take for our Ummah to get back on track

Making too many excuses got us delayed in our goal, to elevate our Koran with honor, by exhausting our souls,

Exhaust it day and night-we must put up a fight, to rectify the weakness in our blood, we have the might, To make things right,

We weren’t born with a silver spoon in our mouth, persevere with determination, rather than always shout

Humiliated and disgraced is the result of being dispersed, if we don’t act fast, it will get much worse

Free your mind from the glitter that gets you dreaming, it defers the struggles you need to pursue to start achieving

A world without pain is a world far away in space, so strive with all your courage and keep up in the chase

A chase of enlightenment in a year of excitement, just stick to the rules-or you will get an indictment

Take advantage of your skills, each one has something special to share, to progress into a society where everyone is aware

Aware of the burdens which we need to construct, for if we fail to deliver, our lives will destruct,

Speak with confidence, and speak with sincerity, when we start to judge each other, it shows our disparity

A freer soul is one that is not cowed down with grief; it cultivates each challenge, and gains relief

Enjoy life every day for the end is near, no matter what you acquire, as you die, it remains here

I can’t wait to get the fuck
Out of here
This
Is
HELL
Hell is being invited
To a party next door
But having to stay at home
Listen to the music.
Hell is when going to work
Is the most fun you’ve had
In 3 months
Hell is an invasion of privacy
And a read diary
Hell is when you have to STARE
At your own family
For 3 months
Hell is when a midget run out of
Cigarettes &
Loses his proof of age
In the same day.
Hell is when your soul mate
Hates you.
Hell is when the only thing
Making you act sane
Is the fear of a nut house.
Hell is a tight pussy with only
Super XL tampons
Hell is a deep fryer
Hell is waiting for Christmas to come
When its December 27
Hell is cold & hot
A la mismo tiempo
Hell is a cute boy
Who doesn’t speak English
Hell is a long distance relationship
Hell is a squeaky pencil
Hell is 5 dead fish on a hot summers day
Hell is play land after hours
Hell is an insomniac
Laying on the most comfortable bed
For 5 hours
Hell is a corneal laceration
Hell is spelling
Hell doesn’t know your name
Hell is the statement “I know you
Don’t like it
But
It’s for your own good”
Hell is a purgatory
& I can’t wait
To get the fuck
Out of here
This
Is
hell

The Holy Prophet (S)-A Legend at Heart


Was The Holy Prophet (S) ever vain glorious, No! Rather, he was always patient, which made him victorious.

He always spoke the truth, and trustworthy in his actions, united his people as One, when they were split up in factions

Opponents of Islam mocked him day and night; they were very persistent in starting a fight

Do you think he played into their trap-and lost his cool, he knew all of their tactics, and all of their rules?

Motivation led him to pray all night to his Lord, if Muslims did that, it would make them bored

Kuffar planned to kill Muhammad (S) while he was asleep, yet he had money of theirs he borrowed, which he refused to keep

He returned the kuffar back their money, he wasn’t inclined with greed; his main focus in life was to help those in need

You think he sold haram products, despite living a poor life; he was the most content human being, who never caused strife

The door of heavenly bliss has his name imprinted on its gate; honored as the seal of the prophets, a predetermined fate

Compliments to his people would build their self esteem, and taught them to be successful you must work as a team

The greatest leader of all was a man with mission, who devoted his time to Allah, he never asked for a commission.

Al Mustafa (S) was born in the darkest age of history; he came with a revelation that was a mystery

Passion drove him to honor to his Lord, he lived by the wisdom of his heart, not by the edge of the sword

He never retaliated with his enemies, he walked away from disputation, was excellent in piety, which built his reputation, and very calm in all situations,

The Holy Prophet (S) was always fair and humble, so will we follow his example, or always stumble

At any gathering, he was the first to greet his nation, which gave people a thrill of adulation

So deter your life no more, but rather improvise your goals, we must work as One unit to escape from this hole.

We’ve been abased in the earth from the beginning of our birth, deviating from Islam, it’s time to revert

Revert to the message of truth with humility, so start revising your intentions, we have the ability

To conquer our fears and convert them to ambitions of hope, to be a stable Ummah, hold on to the rope

The rope of Allah which has been torn by our selfish desires, from not reflecting upon the blazing fires

The fires of hell which we failed to ponder many days of our existence, to supersede our afflictions, we must be persistent,

Keep your head in one direction, don’t waste time regretting the past, just implement the Koran in your life, and your soul will survive the blast

The blast of hell which awaits those who sew corruption, don’t live the rest of your life in wicked assumptions

Send your prayers and blessings on the Holy Prophet (S), and on the Day of Judgment, from that you will profit

If we love Ahmed (S), then let’s resemble him in our internal behavior, by deviating from his teachings, we won’t have a savior

Allahu masalee ala sayedna Muhammad.

Last night I was high on the top of a New Mexico Mountain, looking down
And it really hit me how beautiful the world really was, even a big town.
Albuquerque is huge, sprawling at the slopes' base and then is Santa Fe,
Both crawling with people doing thier own thing, night and Day.
But still the beauty remained, as if it was a gift that could not be lost,
And the best part is, like most things with God, it has no cost.
All I need to do to enjoy God's gift, is to look at everything around me,
From the mountians high, to the vallys low, feilds, deserts, and the Sea.
But how many times am I too busy to enjoy the beauty that is there?
Always too busy doing something, and going somewhere.
But every day that I waste, wrapped up in my own life, and all I need,
Is a day that I will never get again, seeing as life rushes on, with speed.

if god exists,
why does he permit us to suffer
if god exists,
would he care for his brother
if god exists,
does he care about innocents dying
if god exists,
does he know war children are crying
if god exists,
would he send us a sign,
for all our sakes, hurry up
'coz you've taken your time

Do I have a chance?

O Allah, are You really the Most Gracious, one things for sure, Your earth’s really spacious

Is Your heaven promised to those who suffer for Your pleasure, I seem too lost, for me it doesn’t measure

Are you the King of Kings, who sits on the throne of perfection, then give me Your shield from my internal infections

Interrogate me and incinerate me, but will that wipe out my sins, from all the wicked places iv’e been

To find internal tranquility, Many times I searched for solutions, when all I had to do is perform ablution

To pray to the One who is worthy of all praise, never deeply considered that life is only a bent maze

I heard O Allah You are the Most Kareem, yet Your generosity I doubt, as weird as it seems

Oppress me and detest me when I fall short, to save me from hell, I’d rather end up in court

And face life in prison, for not revising my cruel perceptions, my insidious actions and repulsive deceptions

Inspect me and condemn me, but don’t evade my cries of remorse, before I sink 6 feet under, which gets much worse

Do I have a chance, or should I stay pessimistic and shed, shed tears of drama from what lies ahead

Ya Mujeeb, I want to gain Your support so what should I do, without Your help, my life is through

Will I succeed by ignoring Your rules and prohibitions, not knowing we were meant to praise You in submission

Do I have a chance to make a change for the good, to apologize to people who I misunderstood?

Confused and abused was due to my arrogant desires, I’m tired of being known as a liar

My mouth is hard to control, what can I do to abstain, from shouting dirty words to people in disdain

Do I have a chance to see Your exalted Face of Glory, if that would be the case, My life would be the greatest story

You are the One who determines who stays guided, yet when I thought I possessed it, I was misguided

Corruption is a trail that leads you astray, it’s a penalty from Allah for Your sins you must pay

Short cuts in life is an allusion of seclusion, it gets you trapped in a bigger struggle that you will end up losing’

Never neglect your trusts with Your Lord, for the Blazing fire of hell is worse than being stabbed with a sword

O God, can you hear me now, from this day forward I promise to bow,

To the One who is worthy of all praise, who sent us this world in mysterious ways

When I’m lost, You direct me, when I’m hungry, You fed me, when I’m angry, you relieve me, from the troubles that deceive me,

Never once did you oppress me, but you gave me hardship to test me, it was I who fell backwards due to my emotions, when I read Your Book, I get the right notion

Here I come to your kingdom, wanting to thank you for Your favors, which helped me every time I wavered

O Allah-You are the Most High. Yet we don’t fear Him-you know why

We say we love Him, but our actions have fallen short, that’s why we failed many times, ending up in court,

He is called the Most Kareem, and the source of peace, but we love to ignore Him in exchange for our caprice

Wisdom is the lost key of the believer, if he holds on to it; he will be an achiever,

There are lessons to be learned, so hold on tightly, dream your tasks before you start to feel lightly,

The road to heaven is like a ladder that’s broken, you must struggle hard to fix it, so don’t be joking

Stay true with the true and praise Allah very often, for one day you’ll end up in a coffin.

born of sin
comprised of merely light and darkness
from the day our lives begin

shadow and sunlight
brought into us pain
emotions were pointless
no definition of sane

then we are influenced
by what we see
if we'd kept our eyes closed
what would we be?

quesitons but no answers
human nature is inquisitive
money is how we survive
but greed is how we live

religion and nothings
sweetly whispered in our ears
soothing talks of heaven
played upon our fears

fire and heat
that is our doom
sit and weave women
stick to your loom


confusion and madness
idle hands
the devil's workshop

sanity and emptiness
you can lead a horse to water

but you can't make it drink

Thank you God for all of your grace,
THank you for being everywhere, in every place.
I praise you for giving me new life in your son,
And for all the works, and things you have done.
I know that you will never leave me alone,
And that you will be my light, when none is known.
Thank you that there is more for me then this,
And I can leave it all to you, and find happiness.
In all the world you offer this same thing,
But so many would rather be simply wondering.
But there are others who have chosen to follow you
And for that and more, I know your word is true.
For all this and more I thank you my father,
My King, and my God, who is like no other.

They were soldiers, doing the bidding of thier earthly Lord,
They were also men, scarred by a life with no God.
What they did was for thier own earthly reward,
But they lost so much more then all they ever gained.

They lashed Him with wips, to try to appease a murderous crowd.
Blood flood but He said no wordes at all as He was mocked,
But the the cry 'crucify' was still just as strong and loud.
No one knew that His fate had been sealed long ago.

He was nailed on the cross, and people jeered that if He was God,
Then He could will himself down on His own.
No one knew that the blood that flowed was healing blood,
That was shed to make us clean, and give us the greatest gift.

He cried out to God, asking why He had been left alone,
Then gave up His life and died, after a few on the cross.
All of the sudden the earth shook, and the sun no longer shone
And suddenly, it was clear that He had indeed been who he said.

The curtian in the temple split, no longer deviding Man from God
The price had been paid, and we were at last free from the curse of man.
The peirced His side and out of it flowed water and blood,
Just as had been foretold long ago, by a prophet of the Lord.

The cross is the sadest story ever told, yet still the very best for me.
I have true joy, and know that I am not alone when life gets too big,
And I know where I am going, because I left my life at the foot of the tree
And now am free to praise God, and get the word out, of what happened.

I have dreams like any other girl, of what I want to be.
I have my stubburn places, where I refuse to listen to anybody,
As I often want to listen to no one but me.

My dreams span far and wide, and have taken many turns,
And I as I am, keep on going, even when one crashes and burns.
That in my mind, determines what we become, and what is learned.

When one decides that no one will determine who she is besides the Lord,
I think then and there a huge victory has already been scored
And they have much reap, when they recive their heavenly reward.

Yes, one must confess that Jesus is the son of the God above,
And then live each day, to give to others around them, His love.
But then, they must in turn give themselves their own little shove.

One can live without God, and be rich and famous, and have all that,
But for example, look at stars, and tell me where they are at.
They climb up high, then get into to drugs and so on, then fall flat.

That is what happens when God's blessing is not to be found.
Without God, there is no such thing as lasting peace is around,
And people turn to drugs and beer, so that the emptiness is drowned.

Now, I am not saying that God will solve it all, and you will be rich and well.
But if you give Him your all, the world around you will be able to tell.
And I can say that when I did that, on my life God's blessings really fell.

I am so glad that my God is one of second chances!
If He wasn't, I would be such a goner, with all I mess up.
With all of my freaking, then jumping unseen fences,
And landing in a hole too deep for me on the other side.

With all that He has done for me, you would think I'd learned by now
But often when something happens I go back to start, or beyond.
When I hit a wall I sit there there demanding 'why?' and 'How?'
As if I think He is not big enough for the challange or something.

But everytime I mess up He is always still there,
And He forgives me, knowing that I do learn a little each go around,
And that I learn a little more, that I can then share.
So my Second chances God is the best God to serve anywhere.

I trudge along this swiveling path
Teetering to keep my balance
Tumbling to the ground, too often
Swinging toward one of the other
Failing to keep the perfect harmony
That I am striving for.
But that doesn't make sense
If I don't want to strive
I'm being a hypocrite
Striving for this perfection.
I should strive for nothing.
Isn't that the point?
Yet these so called "wise thoughts"
Are clouding the ground
Misteps are easy in this confusion.
I'm jailed by confusion.
Or is it that I've hidden in it?
Creating that as my reason
Creating that as my excuse.
How can I free myself from
These "facts" I've learned?
I cannot do it
Not in this world I live.
Still I wonder
Is the vinegar sweet?

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
Send me to hell
'cause I never gave in.
Encage me with fire,
and I'll play with it...

I have the Devil inside of me.

Forget me Father for I'm not your child.
I don't belong,
I'm out of this world.
Spawn of satan
and everybody's enemy...

I have the Devil inside of me.

I... am... free...
Am... I... me?...
Who... am... I?...
I... am... unique...

I am a freak.
I live to breathe.
Your stale air
is killing me.
I don't belong.
I can't move on.
In this world
I am alone...

Breathe.

Fuck you Father, for you don't exist.
A waste of time
in a pathetic belief.
Cut me to pieces,
pin my heart to my sleeve...

I will never believe...
I will never give in...

I am a freak.
I live to speed.
This open road
Is mine to keep.
I'm afraid,
so petrified.
I live to breathe.
I've been denied...

Touch me,
see that I am real.
In this world,
what do you feel?
I am so cold.
You're nothing like me...
I am a nothing.

Now...

You're the freak.
Take a look and see,
your putrid stench
is rotting me.
You don't belong,
you don't believe.
I could tell you I'm here,

but you'd never see... Me...

Though Jesus is God made man
who came to die for us
as a sacrifice for our nature,

though the universe is made
for us to explore
and appreciate the beauty and power of it,

though angels are hired
to watch our every step
and to witness our lives,

God is not a servant.

I must bow down to him,
the one who holds the universe
in his hands,

the one who keeps my breath
in my body
and keeps my thoughts about it.

who spans my life
and brings the fire and the water
to sustain it,

I must bow down to him.

I said I'm truly sorry
the priest asked me what for
by the third of fourth confession
he was rocking back and forth
he fell into a fit of hail Marys
a blessed unholy state
take crucifix and a rosary
attempt to reconcile your fate.
Say fifty hail Marys, then you should be fine
by this time tomorrow
you'll be on the right side of divine.

My Nan she said to me "now bab
in another year or two
the light of youth will start to fade
and the laughs are fleeting few
you must get out there
have a riot, get into the mix
instead of sitting hard on your backside
go on and get your kicks."
I said alright nan I'll tell you
what I did last night
and I'll tell you here and now
the woman almost lost her sight
she fell into a fit of hail marys
a blessed unholy state
take a crucifix and rosary
attempt to reconcile your fate.
Say fifty hail Marys, then you should be fine
by this time tomorrow
you'll be on the right side of divine.

My daddy fives me dirty looks
my ma mutters under her breath
I've been lectured, pestered, argued,
rollocked and bollocked half to death.
drink and swear, sloth about
until the churh bells chime
but that Catholic guilt will catch you out
almost each and every time.
Fall into a fit of hail Marys
a blessed unholy state
find a crucifix and a rosary
attempt to reconcile your fate.
say fifty hail marys, go ravingly beserk
return to your ill-gotten life
and hopefully that should work.

Can I get an amen?
can I get an halleuhah?

praise the lord

time for a song
sing along

Can I get an amen?

Now give me all your money

I was rushed to the emergency room when I had a bad fall.
The doctors checked time after time but they couldn't find a pulse at all.
Everything suddenly became very bright.
I heard somebody tell me to walk into the light.
I met God and he had gray hair and a beard.
Sadly I had died just like I feared.
God was very tall and he really shined.
He said he was going to send me back to Earth to help mankind.
I've become a preacher and now I'm spreading God's word.
I'm helping to make certain that people's futures in Heaven are assured.

The sea roars and crashes as I stand there, near the shore.
I have never been to thes shores on the coasts of Florida,
But I have seen the same kind of sight in other places before.
Like in California, and again in Washington, at the very point.

The sea can look sunny and a bright clear shade of blue,
And it can be moody and a dark, almost dangerous grey color
But the roaring and crashing it seems to always do.
A sign of it's awsome power in it's own rights in it's own relm.

As I stand there, listening to one of God's biggest gifts to man,
I feel so much closer to Him then I do in the bustle of a city
Or even in the quiet of the counrty, when I also always can.
It seems that the noise the ocean makes is almost like His voice.

I can understand why sailors call it a living being very easily.
It has it's own powers, and it owed a lot of respect at all times,
Seeing as when you are in a boat, it all depends on the sea.
That and in storms a lot of praying is in order as well.

So I stand by that water for a second, letting the waves clear my mind,
Then climb back into the car, and am off to follow my parents and Him
Not really knowing nor caring what I will someday be, see, or find.
If God is in control of the sea -with all it's power- then men are no match.

Oh what joy I have, to know that light!
Even when all else is black, I am in His sight.
Sometimes my life is too full of cunfusion and pain,
But someday He will turn all of those loses into gain.
I don't understand why my life always seems to be under attack,
But I just head forwards, and don't look back.
I often ask God why, but that is okay for a little too,
Because He knows that I can't see far enough ahead to understand.
But God also expects me to trust Him no matter what,
And I do, because sometimes He is all that I have got.
My life is a joy for the same reason why it sometimes bears sorrow,
And I go on, knowing that He is my hope for tomorrow.

As I partake in this cannabilistic orgy
of souls hitting bongs for Jesus,
I remember the good shepherd,
whose miraculous glass slipper
never happened to break even if
he had had too many dances
with young boys invited to his banquet,
feasting on the booty of Christ.

What would Jesus do?

Soldiers of God

Muhammad, Moses, Jesus and the rest, were chosen by God, they were simply the best.
They were all unique, had miracles and powers that no one could perform, even to this very hour. They were patient, humble, and very grateful; to God almighty, they were very faithful. Jesus gave life to the dead, and never became arrogant, foolish things he never said. Moses rod became a snake, but pharaoh rejected him-spiritually wasn't awake
For rejecting Allah-he got swallowed at sea, sealed his heart in darkness, and sealed his destiny. Abraham was a man, true and sincere, worshipped Allah in devotion, only Him he'd fear. Adam and Eve sinned- ate from the tree, made Allah upset, He told them to flee He kicked them out of paradise, made them dwell on earth, for what they did wasn't wise

The key to Jannah is to always repent from mistakes that the children of Adam constantly make. Don't be filled with pride, arrogance, or greed, it will ruin your life, you will never succeed. Never be impatient with the task at hand, take one step at a time and try to understand, That Islam is a gift from God, not a punishment at hand. A gift that promises rewards to the true and the humble, so stay firm on this din, and try not to fumble'
The soldier of God is rare to find these days, Muslims traded heaven for this life, they have fallen away. Muslims are scared from calling people to Islam; they hide their faith with nick names like Moe and Sam

Why would God help those who aren't straight, those who preferred this life's joy for their faith? God, God, I'm begging for your Nur to shine, on all the Muslim brothers and sisters of mine. Don’t forsake us, help us become mujahideen and mutaqeen, the key to getting your pleasure, something I always dreamed. If Muhammad was alive, he would weep at our state, he would establish Islam proudly, and for dawah he wouldn't wait.
You have in the messenger of Allah the greatest example; he is our imam, his love was very ample. I might be a Muslim, but how is my actions and speech, do they resemble the Nabee (S), or are they far out of reach. Muhammad (S) was sent as a mercy to mankind, no matter where you search in the world, like him, you'll never find

In the city of Taif, He was brutally beaten, with no where to turn, what happened to the freedom. He had to crawl out the city while bleeding all over his body in pain, for peacefully preaching Islam, but what did he gain. He gained the love of Allah, the success that's only real, would we follow his footsteps, or constantly conceal. The only religion that’s free from corruption, regardless of all the kuffar's assumptions. They (kuffar) say Islam was spread at the point of the sword, no matter what proof we show them, they won't take our word. Look at how the Nabee dealt with the pagans, Christians, and Jews-he was never hostile with them, nor did he ever use abuse
Allah only guides those who change the intentions in their heart, not those who corrupt the land, who don't want a fresh start. If you want Islam to impact you, you have to sacrifice, all the pleasure of this world, it might not sound nice
How can we compare the life of the world to heavenly bliss, don't lose focus of the goal, for that we can't miss

You wanna be doomed. Than do as you please, just follow your passions, and take life with ease!

I am a christian, I'll just say that right here and now;
My life is devoted to my God, who has saved me from Hell
Living life is a joy when you follow, even not knowing how.
I love to follow God, even though I don't always do it well.

I am going to be a speaker, and a worker for my King;
And I WILL change the world in my own little way.
That may sound like pride, but it is no such thing,
It is just a fact that God will cause His word to stay.

It is not always easy to be a young missionary in this world today,
and I was never really asked if I wanted to at all;
I was just given the job, to do with what I may,
And what the results are, that is God's own call.

But Jesus died for me, and He also died for you,
So just call on His name to be saved from the life that you lead.
Through good and bad He will see you through.
Life is not always easy, but if it was, what would we do?

Some people don't believe in God but I do.
If they started reading the bible, they might believe in him too.
I'm going to tell you something that is precise.
Worship God and one day you will live in paradise.

If you die unsaved, your soul will be lost.
If you die without Jesus, you won't like what it will cost.
Evil people like Ted Bundy go to hell and that's exactly what they deserve.
But it would be tragic to see good people condemned to an eternal sentence in hell to serve.
If you haven't been saved, please get saved now.
Lost souls are what we cannot allow.

No one reviles your faith more than I do,
Your beautiful religion
That darkens the earth
Your merciful gods, myriad one true prophets
No one reviles your fetid, stupid, medieval barbarism
More than I do

I think an ideal person should have nothing but compassion for mankind,
And nothing but contempt for mankind’s religions.