[satjas]

Dear God,

I am worried as to why you made me full of sin
Why didn't you create me in perfection like all other nature
My troubles are my own making all day
For it is always day in the north pole where i reside
With good old Santa Klaus
At least he is here every year, not like Jesus
Don't get me wrong God, i do love Jesus too
His cronies on earth don't do much favours for him,
God i am unreasonable, illogical and self centered
Having read the bible made me so.
But forgive me God anyway
As i forgive those reasonable, logical and kind people
Like ATLian, Dudette and Wakili-Express
Who you created to titillate me.
My life is in my hands, through the ability of choice
I make my own way, with some help from you, Thanks God

The ParaDigm Shifter...........God's friend.


The soul is that which beholds beauty even when the mind denies it.