Heartless Heathens

by Santana Knox

“My dirty little whore. What would your God say if he knew you were calling his name while you squirmed on my cock like this?”

Once you’d begun to toy with the very fabric of your own sanity, all you could do is grab a sled and slide down that steep slope like the Devil himself was on your back.

Capitalism was the real disease, and the church knew just how to leverage people’s greed and desires to fuel their growth.

Weak men were like that—their failures became a tangible thing you could roll into the palm of your hand and use like ammunition against them.

You think Satan cares whether or not you believe in him? He’d rather you believe in yourself.”

Facts

They called it inflation, but when did eating become a luxury?

Fitting dont you think?

For them, it was the principal, the ability to have control over what they were consuming, to not fold under the pressure of capitalism and the chokehold that religion held them in, entwining one deeper into the other until you couldn’t separate them.

“We’re all just products of our environment, trying to break out of the molds we were meant to be shaped into. We’re just collections of contradictions created by parents who were just kids themselves.”

fucking aye

“Some things are worth fighting for, regardless of what you lose in the process. My mother taught me that. Anyway, little lamb, people like me, who are in a position to be able to do more, who would suffer fewer consequences, who have more resources—it should be up to us to shield those who don’t have the same privileges, even if it feels hard, even if the stakes are high.”