I journeyed down the lane and I ran into a Mormon Quartet. We spoke for about 10 minutes and I agreed to go to their church on Sunday. Behind their eyes were the common lies. I communicated an openness, tinged with a bit of apprehension. I shook all of their hands politely as I said goodbye.
A blurry storm hit me about a block later. It was the acidic soul nature of fundamentalist thought and practice. I was tortured as a child at the Union Gospel Mission in St. Paul. All I see is satanism there now.
I have been singled out for abuse my whole life. I never asked, "Why me?" I just put one foot in front of the other and functioned with a bunker of defenses in my head. I so should be dead, but I just stop breathing and concentrate on the day. My daily pain is great. The lies around me should have put me in a tomb. The lack of appropriate boundaries of others leaves me dealing with threat of heinous med change, of worse hospitalization. I believe that all people who are involved will be punished to infinity. I am the beyond.
Get away is how I feel today. I just move with the wind and judge all religions passe.
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