Abuse

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ABUSE A TRUE STORY


My name is Rose Margrave. Once upon a time my best friend Becky Armstrong. Became involved in a most terrible cult. That went by the name of Gods children. They truly believed they were the children of God. The leader who's name was Marvin was a most cruel and wicked man. He would place hard, and impossible tasks, on my friend.


 And when she would do it wrong. He would remind her what a terrible person she was. And how she needed him. She would be brought to tears by this. After which, Marvin the leader would hug her and exclaim how much he loved her. How all she needed to do was obey and it would be okay. Yet Marvin's rules were an impossibility to abide by all of them. No matter what she did day by day Marvin could always find some reason to exclaim what a horrible and sinful person she was.



Eventually my dear friend Becky ended up leaving this most horrible cult. Yet her life became even worse. I later found out that this was a cult tactic. That she might return. Which she did. Marvin once more brought her to tears, by reminding her what a horrible sinner she was. And then exclaimed how much he loved her. Becky became more in debt to this cult than ever before. It made me most sad. How she could not see how brainwashed she was. Wherefore I went unto God and wept saying.

"Oh my God please I beg thee to deliver my best friend Becky from this horrible cult. That she might be free like me. That she might see that like me she is a most horrible sinner since birth, who is in need of repentance. For nome of us can keep all thy commandments no matter how hard we try. Therefore we are in debt to thee. And most most be thy slaves. I know that you love me so much. And I love you for I've been told to do so no matter what you do to me. Thankyou oh God that I am not BRAIN WASHED LIKE UNTO MY FRIEND BECKY. I know that I must simply be obedient without question and all shall be well. Amen."

How beautiful it is. 

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