When we take our last breath, it's not the
worlds fault,
or God's fault afterall.
Its not anybodys fault, but our own.
We collapse under our own fear, stress,
anxieties, problems and tentions. Our bodys can't handle
what we've exposed it to, and as a result it
crashes and burns in a hellish fire to clean up
all this hatred and pain that has filled our vision.
When you take your last breath, your body is
still trying to help you.
It's trying to clense the thoughts that have engaged in your
mind
and wounded your body.
But there's too much.
So your body gives up.
It can't wash away your problems anymore.
Then you have to defend yourself,
and fight the battle on your own.
But then you can't handle it. You only have two
hands...
Whoops, I mean, not anymore.