- [Woman] Elliot, would you like to share?
- [Elliot, thinking] (No, man. My system’s hung.)
- God can help you.
- Is that what God does? He helps?
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- Tell me… why didn’t God help my innocent friend, who died for no reason… while the guilty roam free?
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- Okay, fine. Forget the one-offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name?
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- Okay, fine. Let’s skip the random meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist phobia soup we’ve all been drowning in because of him?
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- And I’m not just talking about Jesus. I’m talking about all organized religion. Exclusive groups created to manage control, a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope, his followers nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their… their dopamine of ignorance, addicts afraid to believe the truth. That there’s no order, there’s no power, that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms meant to divide us so it’s easier to rule us by the charlatans that wanna run us.
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- All we are to them are praying fanboys of their poorly written sci-fi franchise... If I don’t listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours!?
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- People think their worship’s some key to happiness. That’s just how he owns you. Even I’m not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So fuck God! He’s not a good-enough scapegoat for me.
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- (Please, tell me I didn’t say all of that out loud.)
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- (Shit. I did)
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