Legion

When I was a little girl, my mother would remind me each night before bed to open up my heart to God, for he was kind, merciful, and just. Things changed when my father left a few years later, leaving her to raise me and my brothers in a little place on the edge of the Mojavi Desert. She never talked of a kind and merciful God anymore. Instead, she spoke of a prophecy. Of a time when all the world would be covered in darkness, and the fate of mankind would be decided. One night, I finally got up to courage to ask my mother why God had changed, why he was so mad at his children. "I don't know," she said, tucking the covers around me, "maybe he just got tired of all the bullshit".