direct orders

I want you to scream. SHOUT. scream like you're at a haunted house and just got jumped by a decaying body.

Shout like you are a military training officer, to your puny pathetic trainees.

Shout Like you're finally the most powerful person in the world. Stand up from your throne and laugh maniacally because you can snap your fingers and have anything you've ever wanted.

Let that power surge through your body. Feel that burning in your chest, like you just conquered your worst enemy. Which is the world. You've conquered the world.

Now I want you to shout. Shout. Let it all out.

Like THESE are the THINGS I CAN DO WITHOUT.

Scream like you've awoken from a terrible nightmare... One where your loved ones all perished in an awful accident.

Then you will pull the covers over you and thank God that you still have them. Because without them, you would scream.

Now scream at the sky because God can't tell you what to do! Shout to him and tell him to leave you the hell alone, and that you didn't deserve this!

Scream like you're the vocalist in a metal band. Like your career depended on it, because it does.

Shout because you're in your car alone, outside her house. And you just wanted to hold her the whole time, and you couldn't.

Shout vulgarities to your steering wheel while you almost pull your hair out, because you're so frustrated that you can't have her.

then burst into tears, while you question your self worth.

Shout your questions to God.

Scream HELP! To God because you need his help to know what you new to do.

Just scream. And shout.

Just scream.

Just shout.

Until your throat bleeds.