If God knows me he accepts me. If God loves me, he accepts that he placed me in Satan's domain. If God curses me for not attending and chanting, he does not know my heart and I do not know my God. We are already in hell. My daughter's future is full of war, hatred and intellectual dishonesty. My god put me here to survive it by doing what is right against all odds. That means rejecting the church or throwing the tables over and exposing the frauds therein. Still my voice cries silently into the night while the deafened puppets close their eyes, ears and minds to the Lord's wishes as they are, right in front of them. Our churches should be destroyed, the Vatican should be burned to the ground. The thieves hide in plain sight and you say, attend their temples.
