People are made of body and spirit.
But it isn't until death do we have to decide.

Church.

What's suppose to be such a safe and wonderful place has turned into nothing but a haven for pedophiles.

Can you be saved by someone who cannot save himself?

Millions of people go and praise their God at Church every day. They must be finding some sort of comfort out of all of it. I for one, have never quite understood the commotion.

Pouring billions of dollars into the Catholic Church just to be saved by someone that a book tells them exists.

If no one witnessed Jesus' crucifixion, would we still be saved?

Who am I to question religion? Almost everyone follows some sort of religion, which I find quite ridiculous.

The Jews, the Catholics, the Muslims.

All of them are a joke.

They are each serving the same God, told through the stories of different prophets.

Apparently, someone didn't think things through very well.

I may have been breaking some sort of holy law as I walked through the pews thinking these thoughts. If there was a God, I'm sure he didn't appreciate me walking through his doors and thinking this awful thoughts about his house and the way he works.

I look around and see nothing but another get rich quick scam.

The biggest and best one yet.

You want to be a millionaire? Start a religion and write a book.

The Bible, as told by.......

Flame has the idea really. He's already got his "pupils" and people hanging on to every last word he mumbles. It's his security blanket.

As far as I know, ever since his old lady kicked the can, he's been a little bit weirder then normal. If that's possible.

The way it seems, he just can't move on. He can't get passed the fact that she's dead and gone and isn't coming back.

I don't know how it happen or why, but I can assume.

Just from listening to Flame the first time I had to square off against him, and now. I wouldn't doubt one bit that she decided to redecorate their walls with her brains.

The man can drone on forever about nothing, and then do some cool tricks.

It gets old fast.

How is his religion or cult or whatever, a security blanket you ask?

Easy.

After causing Hectate to end herself, he found it so unbearable that he decided he needed more people around him. To listen to him and do as he says. He's co-dependent, if you will.

If he doesn't have people at his side, doing his bidding whenever he demands. Something doesn't feel right. It makes his "evil dark side" whimper and not be so evil. He needs to be in control at all times.

Since it's apparent he cannot control a match in the ring, he uses weak minded children to gain control.

Emo is the new black.

It's possible I'm wrong though. Maybe Hectate was murdered, much like my wife. It's possible, but who knows. Even so, I didn't turn into a street magician doing cute tricks for kids.

I grieved, I mourned, I accepted, I moved on.

He dwells on this and cries and cries every chance he gets. If you ask me, it's what has brought him to be what he is in Sin.

A nobody.

I'm sure it's some sort of sin to be speaking the way I am of someone and their feelings. It's okay though, I can go tell a priest about it and be absolved.

That's all it takes my friend, go talk to a priest, and wham bam. You're going to Heaven!

Just don't harm anyone. That's where priests draw the line. You can do whatever else the fuck you want, but as soon as you lay a hand on someone, the only salvation you'll ever get is in a prison shower.

Threats? Sex? Drugs? Rock N' Roll?!

Five Hail Mary's later and you're working on a clean slate. Just don't confess to hurting a fellow human being!

So much for separation between Church and State.

I haven't been in a Church for years. Seriously, probably since I was a little kid. I can't even remember the last time I stepped foot in one of these places.

Growing up Irish Catholic though, I was here what seemed like every day.

Quite honestly, I always listened during Mass. I don't know what it was or how it came to be, but the stories were just entertaining to me.

I never believed them though, they were always just stories.

I guess some kids couldn't get into it I guess. But when you're five or six years old, what's better then hearing a story about a guy gathering two of each animal onto a boat and saving everyone from a flood?

I always knew it was fiction though, it never dawned on me once that it could possibly be true. Kind of like Hectate raising from the dead and making out with Flame.

I know the difference between good stories and good television editing.

It takes a bit more then that to fool me.

Impressive? Sure.

But when it comes down to it, she's still fucking dead and gone Flame. She isn't going to bless you, make you stronger, watch over you. She's buried in the fucking ground and isn't coming back.

The sooner you realize that fact, the sooner you maybe able to make something of yourself in Sin.

I hope I'm not hitting a nerve. I'm just trying to help you become something, as of right now, you aren't.

Acceptance is the first step. That's all I'm trying to say. It just seems as if you either don't want to listen or don't care. That's fine too, live your way, I'll live mine.

I guess people just have a hard time letting go every so often. Like you and your career Flame. It should have ended a long time ago, but obviously it hasn't. I'll do whatever it takes to change that.

Mass is starting soon and I've heard all of these stories.