American Bomber Page #5

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You're right.

I need you to know

I never lied to you.

The past couple days,

they were real.

What ever happens.

What ever I do.

These past few days

were the best days of my life.

I know what you want

me to tell you,

but it's not

going to happen.

Here.

You should go.

You're not coming

with me.

I can't.

I gotta finish this.

When I'm done,

when this whole thing's

over with,

we'll celebrate.

We can go to Jamaica,

Vegas,

Youngstown. Wherever you want.

Promise.

You're right.

I have to go.

I love you, too, baby.

People come here

and they find God.

But I already found God

before I was sent here.

In fact, seeing God

for what God truly is,

is what put me here.

You know how farm animals

are born and raised

in order to be slaughtered?

Well, God is a farmer.

Your Christians and Jews and

Arabs all grow up thinking

that there's order

in the universe.

That there is

divine intention

that the organizing

principle to the universe

is a benevolent one.

But what if it

isn't benevolent?

Look at our bodies,

designed to feel pain

in so many ways,

but the ways to joy

are so limited.

Look at man's place

in the planet.

An infinite number

of ways to die,

but only one way to be born.

And even being born

can be painful, terrifying

and potentially lethal.

I believe in

intelligent design.

I believe that man

was put here for

a specific purpose.

And that purpose

is to suffer.

It is what

God wants.

As long as there is a

master in heaven,

there will always be

slaves on Earth.

This whole world is

one huge concentration camp.

And we all strive

under the promise

that work will set us free.

Why the f*** not?

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