The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
So the angels won't receive me

Ya know I wonder why it is people have to work so hard for so little. I wonder why the powers that be do not recognize people for the effort they have made in better the workplace. And when it comes down to it, the only thing that those on high remember is the fact that you once, many years ago, tried to dethrone the general manager by applying for the job that he was given by the Grace of God...

If I should fall from the Grace of God, would anyone be there to pick me up?

And how does one actually lose favor in the eyes of God? And if it is that one can fall from Grace, when is the punishment over?

There have been many throughout history who have felt that this life we lead is our own personal Hell and at the moment of death we then move on to a better place. Along the same lines, there are those who have felt that this life was our Heaven, our reward for past transgressions. I don't know what to make of this life and I feel certain that I never will, but the ideas are there within the infinite space in my cranium where thoughts come and go all the time though I'm not quite sure where they go when they have left my cranium...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be the Word...