"Mommy, I've killed God." You wanted a scar; there it is, plain as day (no two-level, deep meanings attached). My scar isn't external, nor, do I suppose, is it internal. Heck, I don't know what it is but all my life I know it's been my scar, my burden.
             I have a problem with Christianity. But I don't show disrespect to those who choose to follow it (unless they try to impose their beliefs on me), and I don't force my thoughts on anyone (you are choosing to read this).
             You want sex, intoxication, violence, incest and death? Read the Bible! Though, on second thought, maybe you should stick to 'Lost Souls' by Poppy Z. Brite, it's much better.
             I killed God when I was still little; no one made me. Or maybe they did! Maybe the couple hours a week of religious education for ten years did, maybe it was the bible passages they told a room full of six-year-olds, because no matter how pretty the stories they told us were, I always knew they were just easy answers.
             God's love is boundless, God forgives all, and it doesn't matter if you don't love Jesus, because Jesus loves you. Isn't that nice? But wait a minute, then sin comes into it. If you sin, even though 'God's love is infinite and he will forgive all', sorry sucker, you're going to hell. Unbelievable? Here, let me explain. You may think 'Now that's okay, God forgives me; I'm going to heaven'. Yeah right! You're blocking the hitch that's always associated with something that's too good to be true; the Bible says that all men are sinners. So what's a girl to do? It seems you're going to be going to hell anyway. And who is going to end up in heaven if these rules kick in? I'd much rather live in hell with my friends, thank you very much. It sounds like you'd get some pretty weird little guys in heaven. I think I'll leave them to it.
             On the flip side, we don't need to worry about going to hell; we're all going to heaven! Yeah! Because of Jesus, who by the way was both God
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