An encouragement
An encouragement Where have all the gods gone? Their locked inside my mind, awaiting their death penalty. And so I grasp the prison bars in contempt of my own pride, asking the executioner for assistance. The heavy weighted Man comes over to my cage, and I ask him the answer to the meaning of all this calamity, only to see him remove his mask, to find my face was there all along. There were no gods locked inside my mind, only a disease that caused me to believe I owned the world. I have to realize others might not be where I am, that they haven’t come to the realization that the the executioner is only their own thoughts being amped up by a chemical change, and that they are not their disease, despite the resounding resemblance between the image of the facade and who you really are. There is a hope for you out there, you don’t have to have all the answers, just know that you are cared for by a God who loves you. And the Voices, yes they are tormenting, but try to remember this: t...