Having lived on the streets since the tender age of 12, I was finally taken in by a well meaning church as an orphan at the age of 15.
"Where are your parents?"
Why do they always want to know? They aren't around anymore. And I am doing well enough on my own. I don't need them to take care of me anyway.
The religion courses they forced me to attend seems to have rounded off the rough edges of my bitterness to some degree.
Even more so, their brand of religion has infected my soul. I feel compelled to carry their torch of goodness. But I will do so with my own forms of justice. My crusades are fought my way, the cause of the greater good outweighs their tedious methods and religious rules.
Just show me a cause and stand aside while I right the wrong. Those who stand in the way of the cause are understood to be servants of the enemy who seeks to stop my sword of righteousness. They shall be dealt with accordingly.
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