Holy holy man you look at me and tell me things that you don't understand.hold that bible in your hand see me as your enemy,even though I'm not wicked. I'm just an ordinary guy but you hate me because I won't give you my money. HA I've been sitting here in this chair trying to picture my god as the horrible death machine you make him out to be. I can't do it.I don't think my god is gonna send us all to hell,but thats what you keep telling me right after you say send me your money. I am writhing in silence down here.I want to tell you of your hypocracy,but all these automans would rise up and burn me at the stake.They say the meek shall inherit the earth I'm meek,but you , up there on the pulpit,you are not. So I'll writhe in my silence maybe stop going to church. because I don't think God is all that worried about my money that he would want you up there ranting and raving about it for an hour each week.
Reason for writing:
Greed in religion.
Birth sign: Leo
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