i face persecution every day, because my savior was killed... His innocent life was taken by the madness of evil men, i suffer every day because they taught me that story... and i realize that isnt the only story of sadness... its just the beginning of the real truth that is so horrifying that God has never answered... if there is a Lord, why does he let so many others hurt? why did he give up his strength on the day that the savior died? but we are little compared to Him... I dont really know if there is a Lord, but if there is, he is the only one that could even have hope after seeing all that has happened by this creation........... the sarrow and hurt of Jesus is not comparable to the countless in starvation or the innocent unborns... i cannot ask this enough, May Heavin Come, and save the day... save the sun for shining... save the wind for washing all of life... save the animals that are hit by cars... save the whales that cry out for where did they all go..... save the people that wouldnt kill... save the air from the pollution and the lakes and rivers from filth... save the lands from such a weight of evil upon every where... save the ancient that couldnt help but die... save the children that grow up truly only right... save the millions, save the billions.. May Heavin Come... to save God from infinite sadness... for seeing what has happened to The Work of His Hands... save real.