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Alternative? Me?

You scored as alternative. You're partially respected for being an individual in a conformist world yet others take you as a radical. You have no place in society because you choose not to belong there - you're the luckiest of them all, even if your parents are completely ashamed of you. Just don't take drugs ok?

alternative

71%

Middle Class

50%

Upper middle Class

46%

Lower Class

21%

Luxurious Upper Class

12%

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I was walking down a wet street at night as the lights glistened off the black pavement like silver lazer beams into my consciousness. The stillness was only broken by a distant car horn or barking dog. The city gloom hung over me like a blanket covers a dead body at an accident scene. Although my reason knew it was tempoary, my heart felt like it had been this way for a thousand years. Darkness was the infection killing me and its claws where in just deep enough to allow a slow death not a quick kill. It was these during these transitory moments of thought when my heart would dream of more noble pathways and if they even did exist. People has spoken of them but I had never seen one. Once a freind told me of a different way but I never found it....he did say you have to search with all your heart...I thought it easier to stay here. I was used to the winds that blew through my soul and the parts of me they carried away with each storm. I even knew the garbage cans on this forlorn street that where tipped over and spilling out.It didnt mean a thing to me. It was life I told myself. My existence had meaning I reran over and over again in my mind. I knew there couldnt be a God. If there was then why was this place so evil? Why didnt He reveal Himself to me? It wasnt till years later when the streets darkness was closing in that the very last ounce of my soul broke.When pride and anger had run thier course and I humbly asked for a sign...just one. I saw a cross....I saw what I thought was a man on it...and then I saw an empty tomb. I left my tomb that day...

words from a seeking heart
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Don't proselytize here, Steve--I'll ban you. I'd regret doing it; I haven't banned a commenter yet, other than those who leave advertising spam.

Based on the number of spelling and grammatical errors in your previous comment I'm guessing you're very young. If reading the truth about Biblical scholarship and the history of your religion bothers you, just don't read this blog. Go try to win souls somewhere else.

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