12-15-2009, 03:52 PM
The thing about God is that we have to come to him by faith. Well, in order to do that you have to put aside any other desires that would hinder your faith. But in order, for most people, to reach this place of vulnerability, usually you experience a horrific or tragic event that often brings your heart to your knees. My experience in the matter was obtained because my life was crap.
I was take from my mother at the age of two. My father was off with another women creating a new family, they were never married to begin with. Well, from there the judge ordered my aunt to take custody of me, unfortunately she had a lot of mental issues that should had been considered during this court case. Anyhow, I lived with this bitch for 5 freakin years; I utterly hate the bitch. She beat me when I would act up and the uncle would do the same; they always got in fights and my aunt threatened to cut herself. I always stayed in my room or watched in horror as they fought. But, she sent me down to Florida to live with my aunt who was the relative of my mother. Well, the state was not very well pleased with the deliberately rash decision by my aunt and so they locked her ass up. From there I was taken into foster care where I was introduced to the ghetto. Well, I was too young to be shot or stabbed, so they sent their little brothers to beat my ass. One day I got fed up and took my foster brother's 6" switch blade and cut his throat. When the police arrived an hour or so later, I was gone and they never tried to find out who did it. So, I got the name "devil" because of my red hair and everybody started showing respect for me; and for some twisted reason I liked it.
Well, to be honest I probably have killed 5 people when I was in the streets. But then DSS pulled me out due to some minor "neglect" at the age of 11. By then I was sent to a white family; that's where things got really bad. I was violent and I my heart was hardened, and the sad thing is; they were pentecostal mother-fuckers. They were extremely religious people and I hated the gotdamn church and anything to do with God. But, there I was baptised after about a year and a half; it took a lot of patience and perseverance from the parents. Anyway, I left there about 6 months later and was sent to jail for 2 accounts of "assault and battery of security officials". I pulled 1 year in juvy and was released on March 16. I will never forget the look on those parents face when I left them; they had a look of pure fear. After that I went to a group home technically referred to as "High-management Institute", I spent two more years of my life refraining from my violent tendencies and my quick temper. But when I got out I was sent to another foster home and from there I was adopted at the age of 16.
I'll finish this up later.
I was take from my mother at the age of two. My father was off with another women creating a new family, they were never married to begin with. Well, from there the judge ordered my aunt to take custody of me, unfortunately she had a lot of mental issues that should had been considered during this court case. Anyhow, I lived with this bitch for 5 freakin years; I utterly hate the bitch. She beat me when I would act up and the uncle would do the same; they always got in fights and my aunt threatened to cut herself. I always stayed in my room or watched in horror as they fought. But, she sent me down to Florida to live with my aunt who was the relative of my mother. Well, the state was not very well pleased with the deliberately rash decision by my aunt and so they locked her ass up. From there I was taken into foster care where I was introduced to the ghetto. Well, I was too young to be shot or stabbed, so they sent their little brothers to beat my ass. One day I got fed up and took my foster brother's 6" switch blade and cut his throat. When the police arrived an hour or so later, I was gone and they never tried to find out who did it. So, I got the name "devil" because of my red hair and everybody started showing respect for me; and for some twisted reason I liked it.
Well, to be honest I probably have killed 5 people when I was in the streets. But then DSS pulled me out due to some minor "neglect" at the age of 11. By then I was sent to a white family; that's where things got really bad. I was violent and I my heart was hardened, and the sad thing is; they were pentecostal mother-fuckers. They were extremely religious people and I hated the gotdamn church and anything to do with God. But, there I was baptised after about a year and a half; it took a lot of patience and perseverance from the parents. Anyway, I left there about 6 months later and was sent to jail for 2 accounts of "assault and battery of security officials". I pulled 1 year in juvy and was released on March 16. I will never forget the look on those parents face when I left them; they had a look of pure fear. After that I went to a group home technically referred to as "High-management Institute", I spent two more years of my life refraining from my violent tendencies and my quick temper. But when I got out I was sent to another foster home and from there I was adopted at the age of 16.
I'll finish this up later.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. Love is the law, love under will.
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