“No. Sit,” he said. I looked up at him, confused. “This is important. You have to understand this.” “Understand what?” “That even though it feels like God to kill another human being, you are the opposite of God. Every foul word you speak about another person, every item you soil, every person you harm. That is not the work of a God, but of a maggot.” A palm outstretched, as if summoning God, himself, to testify. He continued, “And this world has lots of maggots. They multiply and feed on the vulnerable as though it were their natural right. Your brother is a maggot. And you, hell. You might
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