Bonny Eloise

On Its Clear 7.5

Luke 22:3-
Then entered Satan into Judas surnamed Iscariot, being of the number of the twelve
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Sometimes difficulty comes in unexplained forms. Satan temps not just his children, the world. But also Gods children. Gods children probably more so, for many make love into a corruptible form of sin.
Love was created by God as a gift for us! Why do I love the same-sex if God created love? Then they say its lust, but my desire for sex is limited. I won't give my flesh to just any cute boy, I want him to be kind, courteous, loving, special. He will come, I know it. Right now I'm just focused on my life not sex, drugs, or alcohol. Nay but school and the burning hope of my parent's acceptance...one day.
-actual journal entry-
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"Would you mind watching a movie?" He asked shyly.
"N--No...I don't mind." I stumbled my sentence.
"Richard I just want to hang, without talking about the other stuff."
I nodded my head.
"Well let's go in then."
I followed my brother inside the theater to the front desk. The clerk was none other than Hilda. The beautiful redhead with pink highlights.

"Why isn't my tasty boy." She winked at me, making me feel sick. "What for ya then. Opera or feature?" She blandly asked my brother.

"Feature." My brother stated too seriously
After a short minute, a clerk showed us to the screen. The seats were dirty from the previous group but we found the cleanest. We sat next to each other and waited for the movie to start.
After several minutes it was clear that a grimace was rising between us. The awkwardness was set. He had feelings on things as did I. I knew that he was wrong in his thoughts whatever they were he wasn't changed, something was off. It was unsafe for me to be here. He was planning something, that involved me getting hurt, not physically but mentally.
"How is the movie?" It was weird the way my brother asked it like I was supposed to feel something. Something was off but I couldn't place it. He did something.
+My soda+
I quickly rose up out of my seat "I need to leave" my head starting pounding and my stomach was clenching, and it was if I heard the 10,000 bells ringing through my head
"What..What did you do to me?" I asked in a sweaty voice.
"Shhh, it's all right you'll be alright. Just breathe. breathe.. breathe... breathe.... breathe..... breathe the last words I heard was my brothers "Just breath" It was like I was given the gas that knocks you out before surgery. It happened so fast, my life was going on a downward spiral that God has seen fit to let be. I was now at his mercy. I don't know where I'll wake at but I do know this, Satan in the form of godliness has pierced my brother's heart.
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-Kyle Pov-
The Lord created me at the beginning of his work,
the first of his acts of long ago.
Ages ago I was set up,
at the first, before the beginning of the earth.
When there were no depths I was brought forth,
when there were no springs abounding with water.
Before the mountains had been shaped,
before the hills, I was brought forth-
when he had not yet made earth and fields,
or the world's first bits of soil.
When he established the heavens, I was there,
when he drew a circle on the face of the deep,
when he made firm the skies above,
when he established the fountains of the deep,
when he assigned to the sea its limit,
so that the waters might not transgress his command,
when he marked out the foundations of the earth,
then I was beside him, like a master worker;
and I was daily his delight,
rejoicing before him always,
rejoicing in his inhabited world
and delighting in the human race

What am I?
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"An inspiration of soul, of spirit is sought to be desired. You can change. Just give your damaged soul to God and he will give you a seed of joy. You can lead a normal life of happiness without restraint. Just give these feelings to God, He and only he can banish this spirit of homosexuality." The counselor told the crowd of young people.
My name is Kyle Augusta I'm 17 years old, a senior in high school, I want to be a writer, but there is something that's standing in my way, homosexuality. I've suffered this disease from a young age, as long as I can remember. I told my parents when I was 10, my father admitted to me that it was natural and as I age my feelings might change but don't count on it. His words made me happy until my mother told me the truth about my feelings
My mother told me the hard truth. "You've opened yourself to a demon son. But we can overcome this disease together."
This is how my journey of being cured began. And this is the story of how my love saved me from the impossible process of being cured and I him. This is our story, a story of love, kindness, hope, death, destruction, sadness, and everlasting peace. This is our story.

"Though the coolness of fall has just begun I've been diligent in my work and in my person. I have made sure to ignore any and all 'cute guys' I must stay strong, vigilant and if I dare to fail I'll go to Hell. I must at all costs avoid that fate, I will be cured."
Kyle's journal entry--
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The smell of Christmas cookies drowned out any Ill feelings that might have been felt between Kyle and his parents. A young boy ready to take on the challenge of change, he could change his mother thought, he will change. His father was much more skeptical of conversion therapy than his mother
'See this article dear, it states that this type of therapy does more harm than good.'
'Only radicals write nonsense like that dear. They have no idea what the word of God means nor do they care to know. They're just heretics, atheists, and baby killers.'
His father looked dumbfounded by his son's mother but he chose not to argue with her and returned to his magazine regarding mental health.
Their son Kyle sat in the back of the car staring out the window looking at the beautiful blanket of snow on the patted on the ground happily thinking to himself 'I will be cured.'

Across the county was another boy but this scene was much, much more devastating.
Richards body was limp as his brother loaded the unconscience boy into the back seat of his truck.
'There, there, we'll get you help little bro you'll be cure, you'll be healed from your affliction. Once you're healed you'll be a beautiful and wonderful straight man. I know it.' his brother whispered into his ear.
Richard could barely make out the situation at hand. He lost all strain of thought, and everything was dark. Everything he heard was echoing. His comfort was great instead of trying to wake up he decided to drift into the unconscience sleep. The sleep that bears no sound.
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