where dangerous things dwell

  There is no sleep in here... The screams of so many dangerous things dwell here.
  There is a passion that ignites this flame from deep within here... I want to, Need To, MUTHAPHUCKIN HAVE TO let it out, release the pain from a place to deep,...not even you have been to. It's the deepest, darkest, cavernous region of my shattered soul... You built me Muthaphucker then how come even you can't fix me...
  I've prayed to you countless times in need of peace, in need of a place where these demons can no longer feed on me. I've fucking begged to you, pleaded with you, cried to you, lied to you, I've even on a couple occasion's have tried to pay this "debt" to you in person... But to no avail Muthaphucker I'm still GodDamn hurting... And in spite of all this pain, I'll be damned if I still don't know my own name!
    The wages of all these sins is not Death, but surely must be the suffering of your own pathetic life.
       THIS IS MY LIFE!
      If I'm born to you in sin, and forced to exist in a moment of it....then let me die in it. And FUCK your Pearly Gates.... I don't want in!