The voices in my head told me to write my prayer on the wall. It�s a very known prayer, and I learned it when I was like two. My rents thought it was creepy. So yes, I had to write it above my closet. It�s really big, and typed in that �chiller� font so it looks like blood. It took up like eight pages, and I cut it out and pasted it up there. Here�s what it says:

Well, Jon got a lovely dose of my family last night. Yelling and screaming, it was quite comical. He was just lucky they weren�t in their pissed mood, just playful and obnoxious. But my parents would never get into one of their fights with company over. Hell no.

This is from one of my favorite Bad Religion songs. Since most probably haven�t heard of this song, you have to guess what it�s talking about. If you�ve heard the song, it�s obvious. I�ll give the answer in my next entry.

He�s the farmer�s barren fields.

The force the army weilds

The expressions on the faces of the starving millions

The power of a man

The fuel that drives the clan

He�s the motive and the conscience of the murderer

He�s the preacher on TV

The false sincerity

The form that gets written by the big computers

The nuclear bombs

The kids with no moms

And I�m fearful that he�s inside me.