My dad doesn't seem to notice that I've zoned out.
I wonder if the preacher noticed -- he sure did give me an odd look when I received the Eucharist...
I don't even know why I keep coming here.
Then again, it's not like I have a choice.
I'm dragged here every Sunday and I hate this place.
It makes me question what little faith I have...

Who are you to tell me what to believe?

Who says I won't get into heaven or whatever that "palace in the sky" is?

Maybe I'm already redeemed by my own intellect... ever think of that?

So here I am,
sitting in the House of God with a head full of sin.
**Surely I've been ****** to hell.