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- Does that mean that I am free to believe or not in you?

-of course.

-And tell me, why, if I choose not to believe in you, condemned me to hell?

-Because I exist

-Because it exists. And my fucking free will! Where is? Why the fuck would send me to hell? Why not believe in you?

Sir, I do not steal, I did not kill, I did not rape, for years I stopped lying and when I have the capacity to help I do it without expecting a reward. I do good and he tells me that just because I do not believe in you I will go to hell.

-Yes.

- And my fucking free will? Is that you are a fucking dictator? How is it that nobody has noticed? Good good. Excuse me, I was exasperated. I ask you, where were you on March 7 of this year? Everywhere?

-Yes.

-Then why did not you help Martha?

For those who do not know what you talked about, I will give you a brief introduction to the topic. The following is a writing that came to me, and is the main reason why I am here judging God.

Hi all

He hoped that they are well,

Unless they are

Better than I am.

Today I come to pay tribute

In a rhyme without verse,

Since these words

They are caused by a feeling,

And it's not love

Causing my suffering.

It's the Ira

The one that causes my torment.

They killed her,

So sweet, so pure.

They killed her

Who was the star

That guided my path.

They killed her

They tortured her,

The outrage

And they escaped.

And here I wonder

Where was God when that happened?

Maybe he was next to her,

Whispering: "Quiet, everything will be fine."

Or maybe he was urging them

To leave her, not to rape her.

Maybe God just enjoyed

In silence from that moment,

Maybe his power I keep it

For who is really suffering.

Maybe God is one of those criminals

Who can not stand the temptation

And another profane virgin.

Or maybe God is not so powerful

As his believers paint him.

Because they killed her

Who just had

A miserable nine years.

And divine justice

I am waiting for her

Because the human

It has left me unsatisfied.

And I can not kill them

How much I wish,

And I only see them

In prison praying,

They say they are repentant.

And a fucking pastor told them:

"Whoever repents from the heart will go to heaven."

I have thought

That there in the sky

My little one is going to be

And when they get there

They are going to play with her.

Then he hoped that God does not exist,

And if there is one

May I never forgive

A crime so serious.

That there is no forgiveness

And to hell we sent,

Because I already decided

Make them pay

For such horrendous evil.

Goodbye my daughter,

Today I will collect revenge

He condemned me to hell

To continue torturing them there.

I do not allow them to live anymore

And less regret.

And if God exists

I hope he becomes blind

Just as he did with you

At that time.

He explained to you how to express justice,

Justice were my hands

Cutting his neck.

Justice was the knife

Cutting your h ...

Crossing them with an iron

And make them scream in pain.

Justice was breaking his fingers,

Breaking your bones,

So that at least

Feel something.

Although we all know

That the monsters

They have no feelings.

My hands tremble,

Of emotion,

My accelerated heartbeat,

Product of an evoked memory,

The one of sustaining a life in my hands.

A choked voice,

His hands on his neck

Trying to stop

The inevitable bleeding.

Death is the end,

Something beautiful and eternal,

It is not the first life that he took away

And it will not be the last either.

It's because of that girl

That I am willing

To do this evil.

And if they are monsters

I declare myself the Devil

That he has to punish them.

Well, ladies and gentlemen. Ladies and gentlemen, that was the message that came to me. I will not say the name of that father because he has not finished doing his justice.

But I have to confess that he supported it. I am not a father but I have a niece and I would not like her to live what little Martha did to her.

Mr. God this is your judgment for having ignored the crying, pain and suffering of that little girl.

Where was that day? Why do not I help that little girl? Why do I keep silent? Why do not you answer?

You God clarify the following doubts that I have: Where will those monsters go? To heaven or hell? I remind you that you repented. They will go to heaven where I imagine that little girl is. Or will they go to hell? And that father? I'm sure you will not regret it.

It does not respond God does not answer! He is keeping silence, as always. Moreover, if I was not able to see it, I would believe that it does not exist and that I am already crazy.

Do you have something to say? Are you going to keep silence?

Well, Mr. God, you are found guilty of being an accomplice to the crimes of kidnapping, rape, torture and murder and you are condemned to complete extinction.

-Oh Jesus, you're late. The sentence has already been issued.

JESUS

What's late? Many of you have always told me that. But for me it's never too late, I'm always at the right time. You say my father no longer exists, and who decided it?

-You do not have the capacity to judge it and less the power to exterminate it. Questions where God was, because he did not intervene at that moment, you want to know why you are going to hell because you do not believe in God, where your free will is left. Do you know what we feel? Are you the one who deals with the problems of the whole universe? Do you think that because they are our creation they have priority over all others? Do you think you are the only ones who pray to us? Do you think your love is true? Do you believe that because we are gods we must solve the problems that you generate?

And your obligation to us! Where do I stay? And my laws! Do you follow them? And my advice! Did you hear them? And my word! Is it in your hearts?

You, one more mortal on this earth, have judged us when you have not even put yourself in our place. But from this moment I will give you that opportunity. From this moment you will be God for your creations, and I hope you do not give up, do not disappoint them and above all I hope that your creations do not end up treating you as you have treated us.

Good luck, seriously I hope you do very well.