You will not be remembered if you die now. You’ll be buried and mourned by a few and what more can you ask for? The world will spiral from underneath you, and you are either too smart or too dumb to find God. Maybe you are angry, only because the way out is through love, and you are just horny and lonely
It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.