Me and God have something of a tumultuous relationship, but at least it's a simple one: I hate him, and he hates me. It's been this way since the day He left a banana peel on the floor of Heaven for me and I slipped on it and fell to Earth, born astride a grave, so please don't try to tell me that I have it all wrong, that God is good, that God loves me…
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