he bible-thumps without caring that his words hold no meaning to my life he's the one who called my father when i confessed my sin with C.Fife he drags us into church for three hours without stopping to think that the love i have for those others is the hell that provides a link the game he plays with your guilt is childish and silly and yet we buy it because radio and television and movies convinced us to try it he screams long sermons and whole years of fire, hell and brimstone yet in privacy he surfs the Internet and has hours of sex by phone the morals that he preaches are supposed to save and he said to us what life the bible gave. still,wasn't the good preacher present at an illegal teenage rave? it boggles the mind how you can ask me what religion i follow because im not an atheist, yet all these so-called religions sound hollow so good preacher, let me ask you a question: why don't you understand that if you accept god he will reach out his hand? and on the rare occasions i do go to church and hear what you discuss i feel mistrust and upon seeing you my body trembles with my palpable disgust.
Reason for writing:
do you understand?
Birth sign: Aries
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