Angst of a Sort

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God accepts all his children, even me. But the rest of God's children, created in his likeness, do not accept me.

How can His likeness hate that which He accepts?

A contradiction, you see.

If I were to make the final cut, and rise to Heaven, would I recieve his acceptance?

No...

Commandmant

'Thou shalt not kill.'

I have broken this when I make the final cut, and have no wish to beg his forgiveness as I am enthralled by the dripping blood.

By His design, the perfect colour; Blood Red.

The final cut designed to end it all

Instead

I am once again faced with unacceptance

The voices telling me I am full of sin

Recommendations for repentance

This is what you face when you question Christianity in a Catholic school

And now I am forced to relive it for all eternity

Only this time

The only escape is to Hell

Hello Lucifer, I haven't seen you in a while

My family is doing well, they'll be up in heaven

I never really was one for the sun, and Heaven was quite sunny...

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