WARNING:IF YOU ARE HIGHLY RELIGIOUS PERSON I DON'T NOT RECOMMEND READING THIS CHAPTER.
There's always been a reason that I don't belive in god. Why would I ever belive that there some huge thing sitting in the sky that is supposed to be so merciful.
And even if I did, I wouldn't see God as some heavenly being that I should worship.
I see God more as a puppeteer, pulling all the string in our live.
And humans are just the painted dolls that are just pulled along.
We're just pulled along by this little string that holds us by our life lines.
And we dance and play our whole loved and this "heavenly" thing just sits back and watches as some of us struggle. As we cry for help and gasp for air, screaming for mercy.
We never asked for this. We never asked for our lives to turn out this way.
I never asked for what happened to happen. I never wanted to see that look in her eyes, or the blood on his hands.
I never wanted that. I never asked to look this way. I never asked to be born into this world as a child with problems.
I never asked to be looked at in disgust.
I never asked for my sister to be liked more, for me to just watch in the shadows.
I never asked for the shadows of the cloud of doom the hover over my heart in a constant chant of hate and anxiety.
I never asked to be looked as an angel.
But I never wanted to be looked at as a demon either.
I never asked to be a demon screaming from Hell, calling for a fallen angel's sweet embrace.
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