The Devil In Paradise- Chapter 2

So we were in church, and I was very tired of church by now. My mother had dragged me to almost every revival. They came to town, And Revival laughs at 3 to 4 hours. As a kid, that is an eternity.

So, the preacher started asking people to come up so he could pray for them, and by this time I was sick of revivals, God or no god! In these revivals, I called theatrical shows, I loved to play different characters, for I always wanted to be an actor since I saw how easy I could make people laugh by just playing 'dumb' or retarted. The horrible thing is TPTB keeps America around a nineth grade reading level nationwide. That is not very educated, which means more religious than 'truth-seeking' people, not that all educated or 'truth-seeking ', but the majority of them will be found here. The preacher started praying for me, spinning me around on one leg as I spat on his shoes, saying: "Come on, you young boy, you Legion of demons!" and he twirled me around to the audience. I made this face like a demon and spat in the Preacher's face! He wasn't ready for that one, but I had to steal the show! And people in the audience were gasping, horrified, as he took out his rather expensive handkerchief and wiped his face off. So he spun me back around With this lady up there this church lady who I didn't like and so he said are there demons in you and so I looked at her and then I spat right in her face A big movie Good we have got to get these teams out of this boy Movie running around trying to find a tissue Bit off her face He said okay son Pray these things you know the Lord have sent you to the right place right here and now and I sped in his face He was That one And uh it's going crazy And he pulled out his handkerchief Wipe the spit off his face Was looking at me like did you do that again we're going to have problems With her out again like a demon On my head and he started With prayer And I started shaking And pretty soon I guess sell out on the floor