God is a myth or just doesn’t care about me, everything I have I get by my own efforts.
The world is my enemy, it is full of wicked men and turmoil. I am filled with hatred and bitterness and doubt. I have no hope.
There is no morality, only what I feel is right. I am the captain of my ship, the controller of my fate.
I must watch out for myself, no one else will.
I have to watch my own back, I am alone in the world.
I suspect everyone, I must arm myself to face the world.
If I don’t clothe and house and feed myself, I will live in misery and die.
I am the only one responsible for my well-being, I must fill my own coffers.
There is no goodness or love or morality other than what I decide there will be.
When I’m dead, I’m dead. There is nothing else.
Do you recognize this?
It is the 23rd Psalm, written without the promise and hope of God.
I give praise to the Glory of Him who created me. And I give thanks for the Psalm of David.
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