Sunday mornings are so pathetic. All Sundays are equal. Silence on the streets. People hiding in their homes. Other screwing around.Sunday mornings are so boring. The Sunday mornings of life thatmake me think of shit that I have. The Sunday mornings of life thatmake me think of shit that I live. Sunday mornings make me see theparents of shit with his gang of thieves and murderers that I survive.Sunday mornings because I fucking make me cry to remember thepathetic life I have a shitty world where nothing but a crap breathing.This is my world. The world of fucking God.