What is truth?  I find to elicit sympathy for my cause I relish in the faux facts of our glorious time, these tragedies, and the Jeffrey Dahmers behind them, all for the sake of glorifying myself for no one's sake but my own.  But if I have no purpose in these sayings, why am I saying them?  And why are you here?  Have you come to slay the dragons of our world?  Or to relish in your own weak attributes defined as some unique characteristics? 
God has blessed the clairvoyant.
I could feel the rush, if I had stepped outside that box keeping locked on to some faulty target.  Blame the others for my lack of self-assertion; theirs is unbearable.  When you cannot let them know, build up a few walls, say a little shit, abuse a few substances, and you're alright.  Fulfillment's just a shot away.  I had daydream about being attacked by two grizzly bears, but being able to defeat both.  Angels came to restore my body back to health.  What do you ask a God you don't know if you know anymore?  What do you say to those you've crossed in selfishness only to recognize your love still remains?  Would you care as much if I said it?  If only guns weren't so expensive, the end would be in sight, but is that the end I want?  I could say many things to fill many pages, but none that could fulfill my heart to You, O God.