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Ball of Pain
The world is just a name for a pile of hardships and problems rolled into a ball. I hate our world. Wouldn’t it be nice if it were really just a bunch of lemon drops and pop rocks, I like pop rocks. The world would be better if guns were candy canes, and bombs were laffy taffy, and if some one got hurt they bled juice so that they did not die. This world has no more of a chance than a homeless man winning the lottery both things would be great, but since when has our ball of pain called earth ever given us what would be great? Many people today fear a place called hell but how can one fear where they already are? Our world is hell. What is this hell? A fiery place where people suffer? Fire is a natural disaster, and the things our world has been cursed with, what are those? Many suffer on the streets or without a family and many wicked men hurt and abuse humans. What is hell but a getaway from a terrible place called earth. Many see death as a horrible punishment but it isn’t. Death is peaceful. Death is happiness. Our world is a crumbling bridge, and death is the gate way that leads us to safety, to our next journey. Why should we live? Why should we be? Religion? No. Lessons? No. our meaning is to suffer. We think we know happiness, but we only know Pain. We think of gasoline and electricity as our main fuels but our fuel is hatred. Hatred drives our darkening futures farther and farther. We hate our neighbors because of spite. We hate our fellow man because of jealousy. We hate for “love” we hate for “happiness” we hate for “life”, but we do not love we do not have happiness we do not live. We struggle, we struggle to go on we only struggle to continue. Life continues because we continue. We continue because we have hope and we have Hope because that is a natural human flaw.

those who are reding this is not what i think just what i was thinking of i like to be positive but i wrote this anyway