I was angry.
My mood has been unstable these past few days, all because of that meal.
I'm probably not the only one who is emotionally unstable. Our faith was all under attack that day.
It's not that I don't believe in God. I just don't want to be his lamb obediently, lose myself, let others slaughter me, and lose even the most basic judgment.
He kept calling me brother, with gentle words and kind smiles, but there was no room for a trace of doubt about the light, even if it was a demon walking in the world in the name of God.
In such a world, I would not exist.
Conception: