A place of condemnation
a place of death
a place of guilt
a place of suppression
a place of blood, pain
and terror.
How about we go to the beach instead?
a place of freedom
a place of life
a place of personal expression
a place of joy!
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We gather that the Church in not your cup of tea. Naughty, naughty, But at least your free.