Post by Wolf Herrmann on Mar 16, 2007 18:20:17 GMT -5
I am a demon. The spawn of Lucifer, destined to hell.
I guess that's the way life goes.
I badly injured my landlord. With one arm.
Here is the story:
I failed at the Army. I come to my apartment to a screaming landlord. All my anger that I had to hold in at Boot camp just flew out of me, and all I saw was red.
Literally.
I threw him across the room. It was horrid.
After I dailed 9-1-1, I went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked up in the mirror and my eyes were red.
Why, Lord? Why have you forsaken me? Why have you turned a blind eye to me? Why are my prayers falling on deaf ears?
Why must I be destened for Hell?
I guess that's the way life goes.
I badly injured my landlord. With one arm.
Here is the story:
I failed at the Army. I come to my apartment to a screaming landlord. All my anger that I had to hold in at Boot camp just flew out of me, and all I saw was red.
Literally.
I threw him across the room. It was horrid.
After I dailed 9-1-1, I went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked up in the mirror and my eyes were red.
Why, Lord? Why have you forsaken me? Why have you turned a blind eye to me? Why are my prayers falling on deaf ears?
Why must I be destened for Hell?