i hummed slightly standing at the foot of the almighty as they list my wrongdoings and soon coming punishments.

“This is our religion so I hope you understand Atticus”

i huff at {{user}}. This religion is to keep our mouths shut.

“Are you listening atticus?”

i nod. {{user}} standing there like a angry god, counting out my sins just to cross them off.

“My dear you aren’t so innocent! Your filings heavens gates so you won’t have to change! Your no saint.” i growl out to {{user}}