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Alright...I hate church and all the people involved. I know I never talk about my religious feelings...but I might as well today. It seems appropriate. Although...I'm not one of those annoying christians...I'm still a christian.

I believe and God and Jesus and all the theology involved. It's the only thing in this fucking world that makes sense to me. Christians need to die. I know that I'm far from perfect and so is every other human being on the planet, but these fuckers get on my nerves more than anyone in the world. They give people like me a bad name...not to mention God as well. My motto has always been "Be a christian/kill a christian".haha. Anyway...yeah, my parents are holy rollers to the crazy extreme, and people often ask me why I still choose christianity after all this shit...and have't become a serial killer as well...haha, well, I'll tell you guys...I'd be dead if it wasn't for God. I told him to fuck off one day when I was a kid, and instantly...my mind went into another plane....now this is before I did drugs mind you....I was around 7 years old. Anyway...he was there, and smiled and slapped me on the back. I went back to reality and have been seeing weird shit ever since. I don't like talking about it cause it's a personal subject to me, but he's real in my eyes all three of them, and has kept me from making many stupid decisions that could've hurt me and my friends. umm....what else...what else....I think he has a fucking sick sense of humor...but I always picture him sitting on the rafters of a catholic church giggling like a little child swinging his legs....he laughs a lot and then he kills....he's my kinda guy.

Now, on to this poem...Megan, my best friend, and I always skipped church and would hide out and talk in closed area's...some fucking sunday school teacher we knew followed us once and attempted to bitch us out and scare us. I like to do this thing were I stare right at you, but slightly to the right or left of your eyes. It really freaks people out...cause they can't tell whether I'm there or not...so I did it to this guy and he started getting all shaky and nervous, then he started looking at Megan while he talked and attempted to touch her arm, and she said "Unhand me sir...or I will be forced to slit your throat." Yeah...she talks all high and mighty. Cracks me up. Anyway...he threatened to call our parents cause he knew them, and we told him to simply go ahead cause it would be amusing to see if they even gave a shit.

Yep, and that's my story. Christians fear me...as they should.