The bedroom door was closed and all was to dark silence broken only by the breath of Max, his fear, and the echoes of the Our Father who had just prayed.
God was everywhere, he was told, and that fear was what gave him. You could not get away from him and that night would be sure to come and take him away so he could not again see the sun or playing possum because he would be dead. Max
dipped his head into the fold of the bed and was until 2000 holding on to each new issue as if it depended not fall into the precipice that would give their bones in hell. But the fear of God went there. Mentally ran over the face of their ten best friends trying to guess which of them would take God first in this sad world where games had no arms or legs. He went without sleep and the sound of her heart began to beat him to compose words that every thought of trying to keep calm and dignity of that night not to succumb to panic.
But again which was won panic and knew he was going to die because I could not breathe and sweat covered his blood and felt God's fingers squeezing his neck and tried to get rid of it with a jump that he threw the bed with a crash to leave gasping in become ground fish caught by the cruel God that made the fish and everything he played in standard and punishment, death and fear.
That night he died. Or the next or the many who came later and without Fathers or gods stalkers. The fear did not die, but managed to hide in the closet of secrets impossible to say. There was also getting new fears and new hopes lost. Left naming God with leather case and changed several times, also from home, work, and being female. Be stopped and returned to be several times that nothing else had to do with the child or the young man nor the man who had been. He bought and forgotten memories to forget everything else, but every night the fear aroused in her closet.
got used to live with him and enjoy a little forward to your visit. Little by little away from everything else. Found a job as a night watchman in a factory. I no longer had anxiety attacks, no longer gasping on the ground, and never think of God, but I could not live without the fear wet that he grabbed her neck and echoed in every step of the night or day. Max was old and tired to expect to live, waiting to die without knowing if life had passed or if God had taken him in one of those nights with Lord's Prayer. Found a book left at the port from which watched. It was a science fiction novel entitled "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" . Took all night to read it and, as he did, something he again began to change, but this time it was he who changed, something more intimate than his own ego began to change, fear slowly left of squeezing the neck, air entered his lungs with a purity that hurt him and he was aware at that moment that God, that being terrifying, had died, or rather never knew existed and felt cheated, robbed in all those years had lost in fear.
When he left the job would not go to his pension to sleep. He walked aimlessly along at dawn and was pulling up each of their fears, each of the past years and the delegates to fear being without being. Bought a packet of snuff and smoked for the first time in his life, choked to tears and laughed happy to keep breathing, walked past a church and went inside. For more than fifty years that did not come at a time. The ship was in darkness and deserted, with only light of the side altars and stained glass. He reached the first bench in front of the altar and sat down. The altarpiece was a chilling sculpture of a crucified Christ. He knew that Christ was God and hated it so much fear and suffering, so much punishment, so much damage, so much violence. It felt good. It was a little cold, but it was not difficult to fall asleep on the bench, also had no fear, nor even notice when God took him.
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