Why do i still get shccked by men killing their lovers? I know it happens all the time now but it still shocks me.

@Emosaur free will. He gave us free will.

@Emosaur God refers to the "god of this world" as "Satan". Yup! Old 'Scratch' himself has been running the show down here since Methuselah was knee high to a Parvicursor remotus!

@Emosaur Uh oh! Now you've done it! You've incurred my mighty and ominous wrath. You will now be ridiculed and humiliated for a period of three minutes. Just relax and hold still.........it helps if you hold still. Believe me! I didn't want to do this, but your impudence has forced my hand.
Stand by .......5-4-3-2-1 MARK!........

@Emosaur [quote] What's your point?[/quote]

Damn! You want the frickin world on a platter don't ya? You'd probably bitch if they hung ya with a brand new rope!

@Emosaur Yeah! Don't you feel loved? I'm like 'lovebombin' the shit out of you right now, man! Okay.....we'll scratch the hanging and go with some old school burning at the stake! (but with lots of love!)

@Emosaur What are you even talking about? This is a pretty crazy conversation. I'm making fun of you because you are taking something seriously that is not the least bit serious. You wanted more than "Freewill" so I told you that even the Almighty says that Satan is the god of this world, and it all kind of went crazier and crazier./....

@Emosaur He already did. Satan is the epitome of a "lame duck", but that doesn't mean he can't do what he does best.

OLD SCRATCH

Old scratch walks up and down in this world.
Not some misunderstood romantic tragic figure,
but the father of lies.

Old scratch stands behind the curtain
and raids the caravans loaded down with good intentions
He is the wicked warlord in the horn of Africa.

He is the self serving dictator with ridiculous hair
murdering his family in paranoid fits
while his people eat bark in hungry desperation.

He is dengue ebola, ecoli, the plague..
He is rage and landmines in the soccer fields
He is dysentery and influenza and krokodil.

Old scratch walks to in fro in this land
with infectious breath and violent laughter
He is the womb of grief and lost hope.

twenty thousand crying skeletons
with bloated bellies blinded by thirsty flies
each and every day old scratch ushers them
to the only relief they will ever find.
while another twenty thousand wait in line.

We give it a face, a voice, and a name.
I'm so glad we have old scratch to blame,
otherwise whose fault would all this madness be?
Maybe you, or perhaps me?

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