Father in your Son's name, coming to you a sinner, I ask for help to live as if this mess is gone, even though it's not yet. No matter how many times they say we are staying here, I know that's a lie. Even if I don't speak or think no, that's a lie, or help me to be able to not speak or think...
country: united states
mental illness
noisome pestilence
one hundred percent
other places
sons name
squish sounds
stupidgame
video link
worst persecution
