Die, Religion, Die

Dear reader(s), I am taking a temporary break from my zombie story. I'm hoping it's just this post, but with me, it's completely uncertain. Remember all those times when I said something was the last post of that fashion, but the next post I wrote was about the same thing? Well, it doesn't really matter. Number 1: This is not angsty or "romantic" or anything of the sorts. As you can tell from the title, I am now an aethiest. Just kidding. I probably shouldn't joke about that....

Anyways, this post is about religion. And how it is pathetic.

Now, you're asking, "But aren't you a Christian? How can you hate religion?" And my response follows in the next paragraph.

I am not religious. I am a Christian. You may think that there is no difference, but I'm telling you, there is one. And it's huge.

Today, I decided to listen to Brian "Head" Welch. If you don't know who he is, he is the former guitarist of KoRn. A born again Christian. He used to be a heavy drug addict. The first time he walked into a church, he was high off of Meth. The first time he prayed to God, he was sniffing crack. I listened to his song, "Die Religion Die" The entire song is about how religion is a lie, and how it is just a bunch of rules and regulations. A man-made idea of getting "saved" And I think this is about the 6th time I've listened to it. In a row. This is the second time I've heard a second time I've heard about anything "anti-religion" from a Christian. The first time was listening to an Impending Doom song (in which I do not recall the name). In the song it says, "I hate religion! I don't need a cult! The world doesn't need anymore fakes!" The Brian "Head" Welch song says, "It's time to see religion die! The truth can't lie! It's time to see religion die!" Yeah, let's hear that line on Christian radio. Christians as a whole are encapsulated in bubble of security. We say that we are not always going to be called to do something we are comfortable with, and yet, at all times we only expose ourselves to things we are comfortable with.

Religion is such a trick. It's a dirty window. We can see through it, but not clearly. We are distracted by all the things we are told to do. What and what not to do, that we are distracted from what really matters. We are distracted from the love and forgiveness God has given us. God doesn't judge us with scrutiny. He loves us, and he is heart broken when we sin against him. But, he doesn't disown us, or look upon us with disgust. He won't rebuke you because you have piercings. He won't judge you because you have tattoos. He won't judge you because you don't sing worship music, and instead you scream the most brutal words into a microphone. And yet, Christians are so quick to judge. The Bibe says not to judge, lest you judge yourself. We are so quick to judge others wrongdoings, and yet we ask for forgiveness and grace from everyone else.

So, I ask you today, are you religious, or do you live a relationship with the one true God? If you don't believe, I want you to know, that I love you, and even more, God loves you with all his heart. He loved you so much he sacrificed his own son so you could live in heaven with Him, forever. You are loved. You will always be loved.

The Undead Die

     The cold rain poured around him. Running down the entirety of his body. He stood, waiting for the moment to strike. Shotgun in hand. He could hear them, but they were nowhere to be seen. The thunder and the lightning was loud and clear against the silence of this desolate world.

     Behind him he heard a noise. Quickly he turned around and scoured the land, looking for the source. The lighting falshed once again and he could see a bush rustle. He raised his gun and took aim. He shot, and heard a scream of anguish. He lowered his gun and ran over to the bush. He quickly ran to the other side and pointed his gun at the creature on the ground. 

     This was no zombie. It was a living man.

     "You poor, poor man" he said plainly.

     The man simply looked up. his eyes asked for mercy. He would be given it. He took aim, and shot. 

     The man lay lifeless on the ground. Tory threw the gun in his holster on his back. He pulled out a knife and crouched down. He began to skin the man. There was a new noise, to his left. He stood up and readied his knife for a fight. Tory slowly walked cautiously toward the noise. There was a flash of lighting and a pale creature lunged at him. Tory threw his arm into the air and penetrated the zombie skin with his knife. He threw it to the ground and held it by it's neck. He quickly ran his knife through its neck. Now dead, it ceased to move. Tory stood up and checked the surrounding area, making sure there was nobody else. Once he was sure it was clear, he crouched down and began to prepare the creature to be used as food.

     He felt something cold against his head. He slowly turned his head to the direction of the cold. Above him there was a man standing with his pistol to Tory's head.

     "That man you killed, he was my friend. You're going to pay for that" said the young man.

     Tory slowly stood up and looked the man in the eye. The man began to tremble.

     "Is that so?" replied Tory.

     "I'm not afraid of you!"

     "Really? Your look of fear tells me otherwise"

     The man continued to tremble. Tory raised his han and twisted the gun out of his hand, and put the man's arm behind his back. The man yelled in pain.

     "DO YOU SEE THAT!?" Tory yelled, "THAT IS THE UNDEAD! I KILLED HIM! What makes ou think I can't do the same for you?"

     Tory continued to push the man's arm until it cracked. Them man let out a cry of anguish. Tory kicked him to the ground. He pulled a pistol out from his waist and cocked it.

     "Go join your 'friend'" Tory said. He pulled the trigger and the man fell over, dead.

     

And the Land was Covered in the Mangled Ruins

I was formerly a killer. The number one. I knew how to do what I did. I was the most wanted. In every continent. Including Antarctica. The irony? I got payed for killing. I brought criminals, dead, for ransom. I evaded the authorities. I had never been caught in the 30 years I killed. They were blinded to the obvious.

Of course, no matter how good you are at something there is always someone out there better than you. My work was overshadowed when the event happened. Millions transformed into some sort of living-dead. And those that should have been killed, decided to live. They fought for a false hope that emerged from their human hearts.

Me? I took advantage of the situation. No longer was I killer, but a hunter. I had never crossed paths with any of the living, and if I did, I would kill them, too. It's what I did. I was like them, though. The dead ones. I killed them, than ate their cold flesh. It kept me alive for now. And hey, it was too fun! Killing was my hobby.

My secret? I was the nicest man you ever met. You would never think me a serial killer. I was, and I hid it like a master.

What had happened though, in those few seconds? What happened that changed the world from the way it once was to the way it is now? An airborne virus. It was breathed by billions. The only ones that could have survived were deep underground, or had something in their blood stream to keep it from affecting them. I was one of the blood ones. I was special, and I knew it. Though, I would never give my blood, my life, to save those who could be saved. This life is mine, and it was just their unlucky day.

This day is my day.

My Name is Darkness

Nonchalant. That is my name, my identity. Unknown, I lurk in the shadows, waiting for the moment to strike. I reach out my hand, and slit your throat. My name is darkness, and I am what you fear.

Interweaving Silent Thoughts

It's going to be another one of those posts. No, not those ones, those ones. And what I mean by that is, angsty teen time! YAY! I really am in a somewhat positive mood right now, but not entirely. I haven't been happy in a long time. At least two years, if not longer. I miss that. I don't remember what happiness felt like anymore. All I remember is that it was great!

There are many things that contribute to my un-happiness. Jealousy, loneliness. Mostly jealousy. Who of? My brother. My brother. One of my favorite people on this planet we call earth. He is who I am most jealous of. He's had genuine Christian friends, where I've been given "projects." He is an artist. A drawing artist. One of the things I wish more than anything I could do, but I can't. I need a camera or something to write with. I'm jealous of his "popularity." Not necessarily the fact that he is "popular," but he has friends. Close friends. I admit, I have friends, I even have close friends. But, they aren't around me. They're at the school on city over. I'm most jealous of the favoritism I believe I see. In my parents. He wants to be a missionary, and everyone supports that, and tries as hard as they can to help him realize his dreams. Me, I want to be a film writer/director. No one cares about that. Among the Christian community, the question is, "Are you going to be a missionary, like your brother." No, I'm going into the film industry, the Devil's realm, to write and direct films. And that's greeted with an, "Oh." One more person that doesn't realize that I have my own personal goals ASIDE FROM MY BROTHER!

My parents seem to show a certain favoritism towards him. I know they don't mean to, but it is most definitely there. I seem to get less attention, less support, more push towards being my brother. It's like even to them the fact that I want to go into film is evil. They want me to be a missionary outside of America, because that isn't enough, apparently.

Now I'm having trouble finding words to embody what I want to say.

I feel a general lack of love from my peers at this school. They all love my brother, he is their idol. (Not really, but you get my point) Me, I get the shut up business. We don't want you here, deal.

I don't belong. Among my peers, or my family.

In Desperation, I've Sacrificed Myself

*Sigh*

Looks like I'm, wait for it, desperate.

D:

This is a point I never wanted to come to, but I have. My personality is one that says I NEED to be with people. I NEED to have one specific person whom I can always talk to, be with, and have similar interests. Oh, and it also longs for this person, of the opposite gender.

Yeah, that's the kind of desperate I am.

I can't seem to find "the one" or even "a one." I can't find anybody. Scratch that, I can't find that person who feels the same way toward me.

I've turned to desperation.

On that note, I've got nothing.

I find myself, generally bored. Sitting at my computer, desperate for a relationship. Both a relationship with friends, and a "relationship" with a special someone. Who I've not yet found.

I'm mostly longing for the second. Have been for a while now.

And I don't know how to cope with this singularity.

Goodbyes and New Beginnings

I'm deleting this previous post because I feel that children do not need to post on blogs.

As such, this will be my final blog post, until I grow up.

When I am no longer a child this blog will be active again.

The Beginning of the Beginning of the End

The End.

The two words at the end of a story.

This post has to do with the end.

This post is meant to titillate your senses for what will be coming next.

In 1 week, I will start a blogging saga.

A blory (mix between a blog, and story).

See you next week.

For the beginning, of the end.

I Gave in to the New Year Trend.

So, this is the first new year for me. No, I wasn't born in 2010 and am a super genius at a couple months old. But this is the first year where I've had a feeling of new.

So, you ask, "What's new this year for you?" Except you don't really ask that, because that's just weird. Regardless, I'll tell you! You know those posts about "the girl" I've had for the past couple months. They're done. I mean it, they're done. I quite ignoring the signs that were being given off and realized how much she didn't "like" me. It's sad, but also kind of freeing. I realize "liking" someone isn't a commitment like actually, say, dating them. But now I can search fo someone else, without second thoughts. There's no sort of (unreasonable) guilt.

I really do want to be friends with her, however. I should probably tell her that....

This new year has also brought upon new light for my ("my" being used lightly) band. Our drummer dropped out. Which is kind of good. This sounds really mean, but he wasn't free hardly ever to do that stuff. And it was a mutual understanding. Plus, I new another drummer, so everything was alright! (If you want to check us out we're on facebook! I'll put a hyperlink on "facebook" once we get everything together and have our final name and style together. Right now we just have one of the many names I've come up for the band.)

2011 looks like it might actually be a good year! I'm going to make the most of it, since there's only 'till December 21, 2012 to live... (I'm just kidding, I joke about that with everyone!)

What are you're thoughts on this year? And what happened in your 2010?















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