Things will escalate. That’s what these things do, they escalate.
Without God, there’s no structure, no order. With no one at the wheel, we hit the rocks, it’s chaos.
Violence makes violence, makes nothing much at all.
You know, takin’ your life back, it can be scary sometimes.
I will make a deal with you. Cops find your body, I’ll make it look like a suicide. No reason for the whole town to know I beat you like a b**ch twice.
You’d hear a noise. A high-pitched, kind of bunny-in-a-bear-trap sound. You’ll know it when it comes. ‘Cause you’re the one who will be making it.
The world is turning to s***. And you know what? It’s all your fault.
No sermon today. You’re welcome for that.
How hurt you want him? How far do I go? One punch? Two?
God wants our help, we’ll help him. If he doesn’t, we’re gonna kick his ass.
Boring’s not the worst thing a person can be, Cassidy.
“A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs 16:9
