“Yeah, a Pentecostal church,” I said, remembering the old post office with its rusted metal beams and its brightly lit stage, its motor oil. “It’s not the same.” The words came out of my mouth without my permission. Blaming, self-righteous in nature, they felt natural, marching into place somewhere between a truth and a lie, powered almost exclusively by rage.
humans have an innate ability to hate and kill - regardless of what the human created religions try and teach...religion is just a place to justify hatred, wars, prejudice, bigotry etc
