Her eyes sink back into her head.
Her left eye crosses her right and the hate pierces like the sun’s rays on a hot summer day.
She calls herself a Christian because it makes her feel safe.
She believes that Church is a tangible thing of brick and mortar with a temple and a bell that
rings at noon every Sunday.
She believes the Anti-Christ is identifiable like another human being.
Sadly, like most that call themselves Christians, she is not safe.