The light faded for me when I was twelve. I asked my uncle what happened to all the people who couldn't be reached by the "truth" in far off lands, or little kids whose parents didn't believe...ect... "Would they still die in Armagedon?" He answered yes, and from there on, whether it was BS or not, I couldn't believe. I used to have dreams of birds ripping off my face on judgement day.
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