I was born terminally ill, and regardless of what you try to convince yourself so were you.

Don't shove your fucking cross down my throat, shove it in your casket before you decompose in the ground.

Your soul will not go to heaven because you have no soul.

I am void of any illusion of self importance, I realize that the only objective meaning of life is that there is no meaning at all.

Your life is just a prelude to your inevitable demise, it is a "pick your flavor of suicide" type of endeavor.

I don't take life very seriously, why should I? I could spend my entire time on earth building a life for myself, a life I would never be able to enjoy.

I exist for my own amusement, my life is a parody of itself...a satire suicide, if you will.