Those who believe in the bible, know the prophecy of babylon the great being destroyed. Which represents false religion destroyed by the world governments. Until few years ago, I wondered how or what would motivate it. The bible says God puts in their hearts and forces them to do it. I think “our” explanation when it happens will be due to terrorism and to gain world peace. Right now the situation in Iraq looks hopeless with the civil war, and I think things will happen worldwide that will make them say, enough is enough and ban religion worldwide. This also ties in w/ the bible says before God brings judgement and destroys those not serving him, man will be crying out, “Peace and Security!”. Anyway, how do you think this will happen?
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Okay So To Make It Short..Im 12, Destructive, And Have Issues…….My mom passed away, my dad treats me like crap and my sister like a queen,( i only hav 6 pairs of pants and she has 2 cell phones n a pair of shoes in every color) and im sick of it! no one in my family cares because im mexican n black, my dads side (they’re black) doesn’t like my moms side(they’re mexican) because they are mexican, and same for the other side….i don’t have anyone to talk to because the only person i feel safe talking with is in another state………but i get really angry at my dad when he lets my sister bring home people without permission when i cant even go to a friends house to chill down..so i do very destructive things like throwing things at my dad, breaking pictures, pushing the tv off the stand, and even tipping over the fridge one. after that i laugh in his face n go upstairs n listen to music…….then i feel extremely sad and start to cry……..after that i get a bad headache and start to feel bad…………but my dad is an 83 year old man who can barely walk because he has a prosthetic leg……..so then i come on here and vent to strange ppl ive never met b4………..its becoming a daily thing and putting too much stress on mine and my dad’s hearts…please help!
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The time is Christmas, a time for family and laughter and of course what a kid loves the most, presents. I am 7 years old and I remember not to many details about the weather or what was on TV and even though it is Christmas day I don’t expect this day to have such a profound effect on the rest of my life. On Christmas day it was great there were presents about and I had my own pile which I was excited about opening and tearing through the wrapping paper that I remember was blue and revealing my toys. I played with my toys and then it was time to get dressed as we every Christmas made are way to my dad’s mum and dad’s house as that is where is had are Christmas dinner and then we watched the queens speech without fail and munched through as many nuts and sweets that we could possibly get through. What stands out about this day is not while at their house but on the way home as the atmosphere was cold and chilled. We made it back to the house and while my mother was putting the key in the door I turned and seen my dad looking at me in a way that would have frozen the warmest of hearts a look that would send a chill down you back and a look that you could feel sucking the joy from the world. With it being Christmas day and the fun that I had I could not understand why a look like that had any place within a day so fun. I got about 3 steps within the house where I felt a short Sharpe burning sensation on my rear which I knew within mille seconds that I had just been wacked across the arse and was I went to turn I was shoved towards the stairs and was told “BED, UP NOW” I remember going up stairs and thinking to myself why have I just been sent to bed. I sat at the top of the stairs shouting and crying wanting to come down and play with my toys but on to be told “GET IN YOUR ROOM NOW!” to which I did before I could another smack. My room as you entered had a large built in cupboard on the left and in front as you walk in there located was bunk beds and to the right as you walked in was a clothes wardrobe. I know I was sitting the top bunk and was sitting at the back with my back leaning against the wall and I am was still crying but I had been crying that long that I was at the stage were you start to yawn and my under my eyes that was sore from wiping that with a stupid knitted jumper that I had on.
I raise my head as I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and I was thinking at last I can go down and play with toys. The door swung open and there walking through the door was my dad but to my surprised he shuts the door behind him, what can this mean I remember thinking then he approached the bed and pulled my legs so I was now sitting on the end of the bed with him very close to me. He started by saying that I should have been good and that he was sorry for hitting me but then he did something that took me by surprise he started pulling at my pants and my under wear and pulled them to my knees. This was something that had never happened before and then he started to touch me in a sexual way but it was only touching on this occasion that turned out to be the start of a nightmare that I was living day in and day out but he told me not say anything to anyone and this would between me and him. This is the day that Christmas day never seemed to be the same again.
At a young age I never knew it was wrong but I did come to learn that it was painful as it was always the same routine it would start with a beating and when I say beating I don’t say that lightly as it was far from the first time of a smack across the arse. I was beating to the point where I closed my eyes and dreamed of other places as the blows rained down.
Touching it started with but it never stopped there it progressed within weeks and with pain that came with it was a pain that lasted a life time. It reached the point of forced intercourse were I would be left in the worst pain ever wishing that I was dead, dead? Is there were the desire for death stems from? We will see. I remember being in school and I could feel a horrible feeling of something dripping down my leg and I knew what it was, I rushed to the toilet to grab tissue to clean the blood before it dripped on the floor and it got to the point where I had to screw tissue up and stick between my arse cheeks to stop the blood from spilling down my leg. That sounds as bad as it could but that was just a part of the slope that I was forced on.
I can remember feeling scared and alone and sore there the feelings that stood out the most when I cast my mind back and think about them dreadful days. The part of being alone was strange as I was surrounded by loads of people within my family and people in school even people in my house, it was a crazy time as I would want to stay a friends or at family houses but no matter where I went I knew I was never going to be able to avoid him and what he was making me do. Things carried in for about another 2 years that would have been making me around 9
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