I went to europe every two years when I was there I found out about all the people who were killed for standing up to the christian power. I would dream at night the pope was killed and the power would fall. I would sit during mass thinking of the people being set on fire and when the wine was passed to me I would look down and see blood and when I was forced to drink it I would taste it and in my mind I would hear people screaming for help. I finally stopped beliving when I heard the song by a perfect circle called judith.

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