The Devil All the Time

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        The world doesn't give out gifts in my experience. After years of poverty, and begging in the church, no God decided to give us a chance. My parents had to work for that. I think that that's what made them so angry in the first place. So aggressive and violent. Of course, who wouldn't be after being humiliated with spare change time and time again? They still pray every night. Like we deserve it. If I am a sinner, then they are a pair of hell spawns. It burns me to the bone. Though I don't believe in any God, I do believe in respect. For me to stand there, eyes open, face forward, holding hands with them while they chant pretty little words and verses. It's a mockery of Christianity in itself. A mockery of all the things I don't believe in, but I wish I could.