[ WP ] God is dead and we killed him .

I've always been a believer, or so I have been convincing myself all my life as I've prepared for bed and recited my daily prayers. I told people that I've never been closer to God and that had it not been for Him leading me to Marnie, I would've pledged my celibacy to serve him at the age of 17. 
 
 Like anyone else, I've also shared my moments of doubts of His existence, during my bad and weak moments. Still, I've always managed to come through and found Him again after some deep searching. Sometimes with a little bit of help. 
 
 However, as I sat on the church pew on a Sunday morning, staring in horror as a 13-year-old sobbing girl was rushingly wed to her rapist, I knew why I had had my doubts. 
 
 As the priest pronounced the couple husband and wife, I felt the insides of my mouth starting to dry up. If there ever had been a God, he must've died. 
 
 `` I heard that she's pregnant'' A lady whispered to her neighbor. `` It must be what the Lord wanted.'' 
 
 And by using His name like so to justify this farce, we must've killed him over and over again. 
 

