weird post

here i am again, watching people coming and going, i don't know what they want, they just walk, think, live, and keep doing that kind of stuff, i don't know what else i have to do, everyone begs for something but i can't give them all that they want, that would be a big disaster....disaster is the only thought i have lately, huricanes, floods, fire, punishment to all. Have i become senil? why am i so sick of the world i have created? the creation of this wicked place was a mistake? But otherwise, i feel much more identified with them lately, with most of them, they hate their brothers, they are so sick and tired of living down there, they can't stand being what they are.........i think we are the same............

God

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