There is an idea of "Jonathan Bengco"; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real ME: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am NOT there. I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has over-flown into my days. I feel LETHAL, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip and only GOD CAN SAVE ME.New Christian Music, Reviews, and Samples - C28.com
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