The Land of the Blind

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I would say I am the only one who sees in the land of the blind. Though I can understand why do many people want to remain blind.

When such an overwhelming force as an all powerful creator is the issue, then there is no way to change your fate. We deal with it in different ways, but being the only one who sees, I know it isn't enough.

Ignoring a problem doesn't fix it. Playing dumb doesn't work either. Truth is, if your reading this then your going to the same place I am.

We tell ourselves lies, like he doesn't exist, or believe he is ok with us because he loves us. But, he loves his Word more, a lot more.

I taste and see, that I wish I never was born. I cannot call torture justice, or believe that we must think like our Creator and put away our own identity to imitate a Creator who tortures people on a daily basis.

Call me crazy, you still know deep down, what I'm saying is true. Atheists read the bible more than most Christians do.

In an obsessive attempt to keep convincing their own minds that there is no God. I don't blame people for wanting to find a way to believe their ok.

I fault a Creator too caught up in his own feelings, to consider the feelings of these free will people he made.

Not everyone can live holy, and am I wrong for believing that we shouldn't have to?

Am I also crazy for seeing Hell as something I never want to stand for?

I do talk with God, I just don't like calling him God,because I don't think he deserves the title. Today his big point was look what man is capable of.

I simply replied look what your capable of. That was the end. If things continue, and we all decide to remain blind. People will continue to be tortured bellow our feet.

I know we cannot win a fight against our Creator, my choice of action is to use the truth he loves more than living human beings to show that he isn't perfect as he believes.

Just like the men he condemns to burn forever, so did he himself design this World to suit his needs. A tree, torturing people over fruit.

Why was the Devil, a convicted criminal already, even there? Our Creator wasn't wanting to be real with us from the beginning.

You want to be a King, Jehovah and a good king? What makes a good King? One who puts the security of his people above himself and the people he has sworn to protect.

Your like Neru, Calligiulus who believed people should bend to their own will.

If you were mindful of our security then you wouldn't focus on trees and fruit, kind of like spilled milk. And, Satan which means adversary wouldn't be here at all.

We don't need a cross, Jehovah. We need your understanding. You make us with free will, then torture us forever for using it.

Be real with us, Jehovah. Then you truly earn the respect you demand.

We should have individual rights, and a reform to your current justice system. For a man isn't forever in a state, just as I am not the same love bound fool who believed life isn't worth living without.

I have learned to handle rejection, why can't you? When you talk about this law of sin and death, I say without the flesh and this sinful nature, a life of being Holy is just dull.

I want to put an end to the torture of Hell, I keep my tongue when I'm talking with what I call true Christians, because I want them to remain blind.

But, if your reading this, then your not a true Christian and are already heading in the same path I am.

Just a quick thought, if you would how long would it take for you, when the fires are burning your rotting bones and your feeling more pain than you ever thought possible.

How many moments would pass by, before you recall everything you read from me and remember dismissing it as the ramblings of a crazy fool.

In that moment you truly would regret not standing while you had the chance. Ignore it all you like, it will not change your fate.

When I die, I know I have done all I could do to save the people burning bellow our feet.

I did not give in to fear, I stood for what I felt was right. I stood for individual rights and for the abolishment of such an awful place that should never exist.

I'm ready to join the masses of the burning, knowing I'm in the right place. Better to burn in Hell, than to condone it in Heaven.

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