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Hay bales make a seven foot tall wall around their property. Into each bale they have nailed a crucifix. Some have fallen out and lay on the ground in front of the wall. For these fallen crusifixes they will ask for forgiveness and confess to their priest that they have sinned. Crucifixes hang on the walls inside their home, some charm against evil. They have forgotten what the crucifixes actually mean. They vaguely remember the fact that at one point it has been used as a weapon, but what size the weapon is or what violence it causes they have no idea. They also do not know that behind the stiff drywall there is only cardboard, their walls pressed against paper. Nobody sees their indoor crucifixes except them. It's been years since they've let anyone into their home. The rest of the world, they know, is composed of sinners who don't have the mental capacity to understand what kind of evil they are fornicating with. It makes them sick and it makes them cry, but they know they cannot have anything to do with such pagans. This is how they believe they've been called to live their life, and they know that they are the only people to whom the Truth has been granted. To them these facts are blatantly obvious. They have unending sorrow, hatred, and aggravation for the world for closing their eyes to the Truth, but they do not stop in their attempt to spread It. |