From Spawn #67
"You know what makes me puke about religion? It's the separation. If you ain't good enough, or you don't follow a certain set of rule, then...BOOM! You're done. Banished into eternal Hell...
...One considered to be the worst possible fate a human could have imposed on him. Or at least the most horrible things them damned prophets could think of.
See, I think people who pray to unseen forces are stupid. That's it. Just plain old ignorant. But Believers, they go way beyond that. They accept that their god will torture and punish a soul in ways too horrible to imagine.
It'd be like me thinking of the worst thing I could come up with. Like, say, someone's grandma getting screwed by an elephant while having pokers shoved in her eyes. But I wouldn't do that. And I ain't a fraction as loving as their supposed god.
Oh, and the last time I checked, God's the one who discriminates. If ya don't bend a knee then it's off to Satan ya go. But, I've yet to hear the Devil reject anyone. Never heard him say, "I'm sorry, sir, but it appears you're too good for us." Nope! His door is open to anyone. Anytime. He doesn't care who or what you are. Everyone is accepted. Seems like it's the Devil who might be a little more generous with his judgement."
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I am sick, and in so being I am the healthy one.
If my darkness or eccentricity offends you, I don't really care.
I will not apologize for being me.
There is no such thing as perfect. We are beautiful as we are. With all our imperfections, we can do anything.