"With God absent, blame God."
God had never been there to help them. They had their fair share of instances where they would have loved to have someone there, someone they longed to spend time with. Someone who felt how they did in their compassion for feeling each-others presence. Someone who actually cared. Someone knowing of their fate and comforting them for the punishments of their sins.
This led to a path of blame on God for not accepting the sins they could simply not control. The sins that were human and made them feel abandoned by someone they were told to put their trust in and confess every problem to. The meaning of love, light, and a guide to many, yet not to the sinners who were in reality just human beings who were dammed to a life of hell and told they were broken when in reality they had just been shot by the churches ideals of inhuman purity and kindness.
They never signed up for the punishment in which was placed upon them as they were born with the pure ones who were told they were right and correct people, when in reality the holding back of humanity inside them caused a lack of humane emotions and empathy for their sinning counterparts, leaving them in the dust and not offering any help to even try to help.
The blessed did not care, they thought they did, yet none of the things they said were truly possible.
"Just be a good person and love God," they would often sound like. But nobody born an awful person can just switch in a moment of reflection on their past life. The past is unable to be erased, as what goes out to the world can never be taken back from it.
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Fanfic2017~ When they had first heard of them they had never imagined ever liking them. They brought chaos and did the opposite of what they were told by God. That was until they were kicked out for a simple stupid reason. They were thrown to the streets...
