"I am sitting here right now thinking of the rapture...and just thinking about it makes me cry."
Well, you've got plenty of time to cry... because it'll never happen. Prove me wrong. And not with the Bible, neither:
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"My spirit groans within me...my heart aches with wanting to see his face."
I have posters of Marilyn Monroe I have all her films on DVD. My heart aches that I'll never meet her, and seeing her face is all I can do. But I acknowledge she's dead. And, unlike your 'Jesus', at least Marilyn existed.
"All I can think about is going home"
If you're typing that at the place you reside, then you are home, you stupid twat!
"...I hate this world and the thought of living a full 70 years saddens me deeply."
And when you're on your deathbed, wheezing out your last, and your 'Jesus' hasn't sucked you off (this world you hate so much), only then, at the end, will you understand. That you were taken in by an extra biblical lie. As you then ultimately suffer brain-death by hypoxia - which should really sadden you, if you should be reading this. No 'Heaven' to go to. Only death. Finito. Goodnight Vienna. Game Over.
Before the point of death, you'll then understand that everything you'd believed was the worst lie you could ever imagine. And you got suckered into it. Just think about that tonight, as the clock strikes 12 midnight where you are, Kvat3r (and anyone else from Ruptured Retards), and consider this:
Every day the (C)Rapture hasn't happened, is one more day we Atheists are proved right.
"I want to go home so bad! I am so tired and weary of this world."
Like I say - you are home, you silly tart! And if you're so 'weary of this world', then drink the special Kool-Aid. 909 people (at Jonestown) can't be wrong.
"Jesus..I only want you. Come soon Jesus....your bride is calling."
If you're single, you're in for a big disappointment, m'dear. If you're already married, you're a brazen hussy and an adulterer! And you fundies DARE to call we Atheists 'sinners'?!
