It's not easy to forgive. Not truly. We tend to remember and it haunts us a little. We know that. When you ripped those rosary beads from me, It felt like my soul was getting crushed. Never hurt more. How can you call yourself honest. I'm a devil worshiper according to your rumors. You'll pay for your sins. There's no such thing as pure. Not in this damned world.
But I hope you know you stripped religion right out of my blood. Society is messed up and so is your mind. I'll never preach like the way you do. But my thoughts won't go unheard. I'm glad that I rid of you out of my sanctuary. I use to be religious.
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