Gary

You're a loser

The torment you've created will be undone

Your choices will not

I feel sorry for sick sad mother fuckers like you

I know how far away you can end up from your heart if you're brought up on the wrong feed as a child

But as a man you were, and are, weak, and selfish, alone, and a lie to yourself.

You are not powerful. Everything you do advertises your fear. I suppose deep down you know.

I wish you knew grace

You recall only wretchedness

Perhaps you will find salvation with the LORD

You need to

Truly i do not know you

Nobody here does. Like you so succinctly surmised!

So

Open a given book at X section

and begin

Even you sound tired of the filth

In your Heart Of Hearts

We certainly is

Luv

Boomer Mingon Jeu