Hail Mary, Jesus, and Joseph. Compulsive disorders bestowed upon me from the dark pits of hell I suffered, crawled and gnashed, and have been given no freedom. Where were they when I needed them called upon? I was abandoned from the beginning since my conception was initiated by the people I call parents, and yet I was innocent and was found guilty by them and was treated as such until my own hands pulled me free and to nowhere I look I see, and yet I am blind, but I see. I am deaf, but I hear. The pages and names were drilled into my skull, and I was told to call on you, but where were you when your son was used as a sacrifice, spilling my blood on this earth's soil once again? We were taught to call you our father, but I was found guilty of something I never did I spilled my blood and cried for forgiveness as if I was the one on the cross, my body battered and bruised. And yet here I am calling on you once again as you're still trying to take something from me, something I hold dear to me this is mine, the only light in my life, and I will never submit to you, but I will call onto you for a peace treaty and I know you can hear me isn't that right God?. Amen.
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