YOUR god is DEAD. My god, however, LIVES FOREVER. MY GOD IS BETTER THAN YOURS.
Your stupid god died because my god KILLED yours. Your pink idiotic god fell in
the trap set by my god and he SHOT him to death while he was ensnared. Even long
before the death of your god my god was superior. He gave me a genius brain and
made me transgender. Your god doesn't even know what a trans person is (not that
it matters anymore, considering HE HAS DIED). Some people ask me if I'm a chris-
tian. I am not. Yahweh or whatever-the-fuck is just as much of a tool as you. My
god has no name because he doesn't need one. My god is better than yours because
he lets me rip mad bongs and drink a dozen cans of High Noon vodka soda PER DAY.
I also do not need to sleep or drink water (although I do need to eat food, on
occassion). This is because, by the grace of god, my body is immune to the univ-
erse's plead to kill me. My god is NOT addicted to jacking off like your pathet-
ic, sniveling ass. This is because he has SELF CONTROL (unlike some people). He
does let me jack off though not that I'd ever want to do something like that. My
god is alive because he doesn't TAKE SHIT from pinks like you. Or any other dumb
piece of shit NOT like you. My god does psychadelic drugs every day because he
isn't a woman. When I pray to my god, I get a boner. This is because he made me
extremely attractive, and I am autogynephilic. I never make mistakes and I am
always right. Once again: my god is at fault. I am the prophet of this religion
and as such I get special treatment (your god never gave YOU special treatment,
did he?). My god has blessed me by making me utterly unemployable. You may think
this is a curse, but that's to be expected of people with such tiny brains as
yours. I can never have a job and thus I never experience stress. I am never fo-
rced to SUCK THE BOOT of our capitalist overlords. My god provides everything I
need to survive (that is, beer and stimulant drugs). My god is the most quirky
and silly god out of all theologies. EVEN more silly than the flying spaghetti
monster or subgenius (heresy). My god is addicted to morphine because he's not a
pussy. I would become addicted to morphine if I could but unfortunately I *am* a
pussy (it's one of my few flaws).
