As you get lowered into your grave, you hear chatter, people throw in handfuls of dirt to fill your grave. You knew you’d be in here someday but you had not anticipated it to be this quick, no one can hear you. Everyone leaves. You are left alone, your cries are not heard, your grave looks darker, colder and you realise you’re not alone. You’d give anything and everything to live again, to rightly worship Him. But it’s late.
how can you talk so much shit with no lips
If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.