Sadly came down of the magic sugar, but lucky your very real -in your delusion perfect heads- God has gifted me with 5 litres of very strong cider. Your master wants me to sleep. Your god loves a non believer more than he loves you! Is that fair? Should a sinner and a cynic have the ability to recover from life and love indiscriminately (not sure if that’s a word. Apologies to English students and cunts) when the mass who believe live in hate and despair ’cause they abide by “his” rules to get into the “promised land” but alas live a dull and suicidal life?
Lucky me eyy?!
All serious though I have nothing against religion, I understand the ideology of seeing a lost family member again, it’s a crutch to lie on in hope, as farcical as it may seem, it’s a nice thought, just doesn’t seem rational to me, but 90% of my life is irrational, so never be ashamed of your beliefs and fuck everyone who gives you grief because your passionate!