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Uncle believes in Rapture.

They believe that Jesus

was telling the truth

when he said, "I'll be back soon. "

And I want to not believe

because believing frightens me.

It won't be long before

the Lord's Second Coming.

It's all Uncle's fault.

I think that our generation

shall see Christ come to

take his Church with him.

I believe, Simn,

that all the signals have been given.

My pastor uncle comes over one night.

He sits at our dining room table,

says something I don't understand,

and points to the backyard.

In the dark backyard, there's a grotto.

In the grotto, a Virgin.

He picks up an axe,

walks over to the Virgin,

white and made of plaster...

And swings at it.

"Thou shalt not praise

other images before me,"

says the pastor uncle that God says.

Postscript.

(Is that how you write "postscript"?)

I remember an axe,

but it probably was just

a crappy-ass bread knife.

But, hey, is the Virgin Satanic?

I still have a question.

Is the person writing

this blog a man or a woman?

She's a young lady. I can vouch.

Good blog.

Free Young!

Barbage, the tigress of the west.

I know you're hot. I know you're hot.

I don't care about the

Virgin or the f***ing grotto.

I know you're hot.

She's not hot.

I know someone who knows her.

B*tch.

GOZPEL 1:
3 WE ARE THE LIGH OF THE WORLD BY YOUNG & WILD

Morning, sir.

I need to talk to Daniela.

Daniela?

Could you come with me?

Now?

Do you know what a

classmate of yours told me?

That you've had sex.

Sex before marriage.

You tempted a young boy-

not only in age but also in faith.

What a shame to look at you.

What sadness, Daniela.

What dishonor to your

parents, who love the Lord,

to have a daughter like you,

don't you think?

You can't carry on soiling

the sanctity of this school.

But there's less than a month left

for the college placement test.

It's over, Daniela.

You can't come back to this school.

We won't tolerate you any longer.

I got kicked out of school.

May her health be to your glory.

Let's go to the hospital.

Her fever is too high.

Hallelujah Lord.

Glorify yourself in her.

Lord, give us your peace in

order to accept your will.

In the name of Jesus,

Lord, we bless you.

Careful, careful.

Lord, give us your peace

to accept your will.

In the name of Jesus.

Lord, we bless you.

You're not going out for a year.

You won't see anyone either.

Not even Pa.

You're not even going out

to the corner to buy bread.

No internet either.

And tomorrow, I'm signing you up

for We Are the Light of the World.

You hear me?

Oh, sh*t.

We Are the Light of the World? Sh*t.

A ship that sails out of Ecuador

and stops at a million ugly cities,

the kind where Evangelicals

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