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Christianity… (A sarcastic realization) Oh ye of little faith, the World is cruel. Fairness is an illusion created in the image of man, some other person coexisting in this place you call life. For a heart small as yours, there is little room for faith. Doubt and angst weigh it down and weaken it. When you think of a heart, you see an organ; the organ that keeps our life flowing throughout our bodies. Sometimes you think of your body as a shell that only holds a mind. No soul. To you, a soul is the fantasy stuff of religion, to good to be true. Religion is this fantasy. Fantasy: the creative power of the imagination. Fantasy: an image or

Have you ever felt that rusty feeling in your chest? It's an infected, corrosive feeling in the center of your ribs; as if your heart is collapsing in on itself with some sickening, warm rot. Sometimes, it's so consuming and wrenching that all you can do is stare blankly and your skin feels all cold. You feel like all the blood has all been sucked into the cavity of your chest to drown that all-important organ or cause it to burst under the deep sea pressure… (Leaving your hands and feet with poor, tingly circulation) Sometimes, your eyes get it too… They don't get rusty, but perhaps foggy. They almost burn but feel more like cold, frosted c