What’s my cause?
9/16/00
I wish I had a cause
Something better than what
we have today
Something good enough to die
for
Not a war over land or
power, but something worth dieing for
I see myself doing something
great
It is not of great
importance if I die doing it
I believe in God and if I am
doing his will than that is fine by me
I see some/most of my
friends wasting away into their useless existence while they suck down their
most previous joint and I say thank God I’m not into that bull shit anymore.
I work; I design web sites,
pretty worthless in the whole picture of life
I feel that I am just
waiting for something better
Weather it be helping or
loving people just anything to better this world filled with darkness and evil
My friend, who is nice, deep
down, but who is just absorbed with pot, even as I write, was telling me about
this, Anne Rice book. He thinks that Anne Rice has captured the devils side of
the story when he was tempting Jesus on the mountain. I say, what a waste. Come
on get real.
The funny thing is that its
things like that, which help me, to have faith in God even more so. I feel that
night it was the Devil speaking through him, because Satan wanted me to fill my
head with the evil that was in that book.
I, sitting on his black fake
leather bean bag with my wife, Jill, looked at that book, when I touched it I
felt a sense of fear and evil, the feeling that I get when the Devil is close
at hand.
It was almost like my friend
was trying to sell me the book on the note, that it had the Devil’s point of
view. Even if it did I don’t give a fuck what the devil had to say. Satan I
rebuke you and bind you in the blood of Jesus Christ, as my mom is her soft
southern accent used to say. It’s kind of freaky how sneaky the Devil can be,
just makes me glad to have God on my side.