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How to not get 'trolled'This is basically what passed through my mind when I saw a journal about the same subject in the journal portal lately. I thought it was a joke but sadly not. This is not a guide but a hit-me-in-the-face-common-sense statement.
This is based on my *insert how many years the internet has been around for* years experience in different online communities.
Doing nothing 'bad' won't change anything
You will avoid making forum threads when you're new?
You will avoid starting arguments?
You will keep your political agenda and religion to yourself?
What next? How about not uploading anything in case a big meanie troll comes? How about not commenting anywhere in case the big meanie troll sees it?
Whatever you do, wherever you do it, face it-this is the internet. You'll see a few trolls here and there. How about ignoring them or...
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The Bible Says God Doesn't Exist (Really!)
Many Christians wonder how anyone could doubt the existence of God, but it turns out it's right in the bible. If you read between the lines, it tells you there's no God
1) The bible claims that God sacrificed Jesus for our sins. (John 3:16, Romans 3:25, Ephesians 5:2, Hebrews 9:26) (This is ignoring Deuteronomy 24:16 and Ezekiel 18:20, which state that everyone is to be responsible for their own transgressions without anyone else dying for their sins, thus undermining the primary basis of Christianity.)
2) Since Jesus is God (2 Peter 1:1, John 10:30-33, and other verses), premise 1 means that God sacrificed himself.
3) A sacrifice involves the destruction of the entire being, including the spirit. This seems intuitively obvious especially for a self-sacrifice, since it's not much of a sacrifice if the martyr is guaranteed an eternity in heaven.
The RavenLongingly, the black bird looks out the window to her right. The bars holding her within the cage remain as cold and merciless as ever, giving barely enough room for her to open her full wingspan. The tips of her wings graze along the iron bars of her cage, causing pain to ripple up her wings from the unnatural imprisonment. She squawks in discomfort, loses her wings tightly and quickly, and tries to center herself on the bar running through the middle of the cage.
The Raven looks out the window and remembers times long past, when she was free. It was so long ago that she can no longer recall what air felt like between her feathers, or what the sun felt like on her back. She only remembers that, out there, she had something she could never have in here: her freedom. The distant memory of what freedom felt like faded farther and farther from her mind, but still she longer for it. That freedom was her birthright; it was all she had known for the beginning years of her life. Now that she
FrostbiteWith a shove of the door, te cold air rushes into my face like a long forgotten lover, assaulting me like a madman. I hurry along my way, eager to reach my destination.
The cold slowly becomes a figure, then a man. It’s Jack Frost, the delusional freeze. His icy fingers wrap around my neck, choking me with their chill. He easily overpowers me, lusting for the soft warmth of my body. The King of Winter bites mercilessly at my earlobes, hissing what are supposed to be sweet nothings into my ear. Instead, they burn the tips of my ears, branding them a deep scarlet.
Desperate for my attention, Jack slaps either of my cheeks. I feel his overpowering essence all over me; nothing is safe from his ravaging. My nose runs incessantly; I sniffle without successfully doing anything. Jack gives me bite-kisses all over my face, tightens his grasp around my neck. I struggle for breath, utterly consumed by his cold ferocity. Winter’s clutch forces my mouth open in a desperate act for fresh
The SoldierGunfire. Explosions. Disembodied shouts and limbs. Shell shock. Everything slows down. Running, always running.
There is nothing glorious about my position. I am killing others for a pointless war. It's ironic, really; wars are fought because of religion, and yet nearly every religion tells us not to kill others.
How did we get here? Killing others like this. Where is the glory of being a soldier? Why is killing others for some obsolete reason so justified?
I am not here because I want to be. I am not saving lives, here or back home. I am only trying to keep myself alive. Call me as you like; a coward, selfish, a being whom abandoned their country. I don't care.
I used to be a person of Faith. Then I went to war.
There is no God, and if there is, He does nothing but sit idly by and watch the ants in His farm right amongst themselves for more space, more resources. If there were such a God above, He is no God. He is more cowardly than I.
Or, perhaps, God is simply another human with too
Swan Song They say a swan is most beautiful the very moment before it dies, when it sings one last song. Of course, those very people later found out that fact is false, like every other thing on this fucking planet. Full of false hope and empty promises.
I look at myself in the mirror for several seconds; in all honesty I wanted to throw up simply from looking at myself. My jet black hair lay on my head like hay. I proceed to rush to the kitchen and slither my fingers around the black handle of a kitchen knife. At first, I just stare at the blade, it reflected my reflection, God; I hated it.
My mind began racing, images of faces of people who didn't even care about me mourning for me flooded the sewer my thoughts; the images of people praying for me, or at least pretending to. I hate you all; I won't regret any of this. I won't regret leaving this life I've already lived, nor the life I won't have, after all I'll be dead and the dead don't feel an
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