It's that whole argument over again. It happens in my head whenever I have to sit in a church and listen to the words. Sometimes it's all I can do not to yell out. They wait in joyful hope for the coming of their savior - the one who could have come at any moment over the last million or so days but hasn't. The one who could have blown the whistle at any time and prevented countless daily horrors but didn't. God is there in the silence, they say. God is the silence, I revise. Silence is god. Otherwise, he's just another fucking monster.
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