Twelve - [Voice]

[im_notspecial]

[John sounds tired. Pained. He's been quiet for a while now, but he's breaking his silence to try and lift his own spirits. It sort of works...]Once, I believed God could only create. That He could just bring life. But our existence isn't just life. It's hardships, you see. So much hardship packed into a shitty, dented can with a pretty label. Why

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[failedcreator]

It would do you well to cease this rambling. [Hey man, you're interrupting Victor's languishing.]

[im_notspecial]

...you don't have to listen. It is easy to ignore.

[failedcreator]

Why must you speak these things? Do you seek to educate?

[im_notspecial]

In a way. I want you to think.

[blesseddumbfuck]

This makes very little sense.

Do you think J-

Christ.

Do you think Christ did not wish to see others bring life into the world?

[im_notspecial]

Into my world?

I don't know why He would.

[blesseddumbfuck]

What is your world like?

[im_notspecial]

It is dark, cold, full of sin that is tolerated by the general public. They see it every single day and no one does a damn thing about it. No one.