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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.

For death is but a shadow, and shadows are formless and without malice. They dissipate in the first light of morning, and therefore are naught to fear. Death is but another stage, another leg of the journey. It is a state we must pass through in order to be reborn. But as what are we reborn? Into filaments of light? Into another human being? Or is there no rebirth? There is no such thing as evil, just as there is no good. They are two sides of the same issue, and who is to say that one should be given preferential treatment as opposed to the other? Evil is good looked at through someone elses vision of what is right and proper. For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff comfort me. Or do they? You beat me with the rod of justice, and the staff of vengeance, and they are the same thing. With one blow from the justice, you merely strengthen the vengeance. Yet another perpetual circle. Thou shalt prepare a table for me against them that trouble me. If all were good and perfect, there would be none that trouble me. Let it be said that there is no god. But if there was one, and this was part of the plan, we have a very sadistic god. And why do I want to share a table prepared by one whom I do not believe in? Why should I submit to one who has thrown his children to the wolves of war and hatred and pestilence? Thou hast anointed my head with oil, and my cup shall be full. Full of blood and tears. Blood for every innocent man that has died because his word for god was different. Tears for every young woman who was raped by a lustful man. Blood and tears for every child who does not live to their full potential. The oil you have dribbled onto my head is impure. It may be your sweat and blood and tears, but I am not here to absolve you of your sins, nor you of mine. But thy loving kindness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. Nay, it shall hound me, and dog my footsteps. Thy loving kindness and mercy for only your chosen people makes me ill. I have no use for your mercy. The only one who can grant me mercy and peace is myself. Only I have the power to hurt and heal myself. I am no omnipotent god, but a normal person, who can accomplish as much as they believe they can. And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. No. Never will I set foot into thy moldering heavenly mansion. The ghosts of tormented souls cry out even there. And let my cry come unto theeobviously you were not listening to them, were you? They are your people as much as everyone else is. I renounce you, O Lord. I have never had any use

for you, and I doubt I ever will. Requiem aeternam, dona eis domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis. Te decet hymnus, deus in sion, et tibi redetur votum in Jerusalem. Exaudi orationem meam, ad te omnis caro veniet. Kyrie eleison, christe eleison.

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