James Lemac:
Conscience is a sick bed. Under its filthy sheets lay all our fears. It's not conscience that prevents men from killing and raping, it's consequence. Fear of death, jails, God. But really where is he? Do they hear his name when they scream it? Do they return to him piece by piece when I'm finished with them? The moment that God strikes me down I'll smile, 'cause I'll believe in him for the first time.
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