Sure seems like I’m living in hell.
I battle demons daily.
These demons they strike at whichever moments they seem fit. They enjoy watching the family tear apart. Trust no longer found among the familiar faces.
No matter how feverishly we try to break the cycle, this tornado these demons create seems to engulf us all over again. Those you love become enraged and vindictive. Belittling everything and anything in their path.
Sick and twisted is the name of the game. There is no end once you’ve begun.
I haven’t sold my soul to the Devil.
Things just become more difficult when faith dims. God happens to be more silent like a lamb.
Right and wrong get blurred amid the Devil’s bloodcurdling screeches.
But besides God whom shall I fear?
For The Men Who Still Don’t Get It, Carol Diehl (via oitheresawargoingonhere)
Realist shit you’ll ever read.
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