The conceited Kevin can't hear that you deserve to lose once

Aaliyah 2022-04-21 09:01:19

The conceited Kevin is the worst at hearing that you should lose once. The father is the devil and the mother believes in God. What will happen to such a child? Human nature is inherently good, and Kevin was also a person with a deep conscience at the beginning, but for his undefeated record, he slandered the tainted girl. Money and vanity lost themselves in the choices made again and again. The devil asked again and again, and he completely ignored Kevin, who had become a competent devil's spokesperson. He knew it was perjury, but it was too late. The ugly side of human nature has completely swallowed Kevin. He gave up his wife's family, and all he could do was win all the lawsuits. Kevin thought that he was the one who created him today, but he didn't know that life was full of temptations! Failure to resist temptation is the real reason for failure. Selfishness is the narcotic of human nature. In fact, Kevin loves himself more, and loves himself who always wins. But in the end he gave up.

But about God making rules, people restrain themselves; the devil satisfies people's desires without judging which of the two is better to make.

Finally, I am still thinking about why human beings should follow rules and self-discipline?

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  • John Milton: Now with this? Now that you're down? I'd get ready for one of those, Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.

  • John Milton: Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon. Hah! Oh, I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. Heh. God's creature, right? God's special creature? Hah! And I've warned him Kevin, I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a windup toy! Like 250 pounds of self serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon-take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god, and where can you go from there? And as we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future! We got a runaway train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of 'em getting ready to fist-fuck god's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours. And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now! Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're god's special little creature. Maybe it's true, maybe god threw the dice once too often. Maybe he let us all down.