You will never be a real religion. You have no history, you have no messiah, you have no terrorists. You are an atheist degenerate twisted by kikes and freemasons into a crude mockery of ancient paganism.
All the "validation" you get is two faced and half hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your "friends" laugh at your ghoulish faith behind closed doors.
Philosophers and theists are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of writing, thinking, and debating have allowed them to sniff out frauds and conmen with incredible efficiency. Even satanists who “pass” act uncanny and unnatural to a theist. Your doctrine is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a curious agnostic into your homoerotic boyband, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your phony, nonsensical practices.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself you will go to Valhalla, but deep inside you feel the existential crisis creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, pray to your obscure deity but stop half-way because you forgot it's name, and plunge into the cold abyss, not hell since you never truly believed in it. Your catholic parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone shaped in a cross, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will think a christian is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that unmistakably received a christian burial. This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.