It all begins on the island of Borneo, Indonesia. Matt was brought into this horrible world of sin. My parents were Christians and decided to try to raise me as a Christian. What they didn't realize was that they had just brought into the world a great spiritual leader or Satan's most hellish son. All they had to do was raise me well. At the age of three my father and mother punished me for hurting myself. I banged my head against the walls, sat down, and banged my head as hard as I could on the tile floor until I got what I wanted. A couple of times they had to take me to the hospital for cuts to my head. I would love to shake them further just to hit me. I turned five when we moved to New Zealand and my dad went to America. He left my mother with us three children while he worked in America. One of the reasons my hatred for God grew was that I didn't see my father for seven years, except for Christmas. Family life was fine for about a year, until at age six I realized that Dad wasn't there for me. My anger and hatred had gotten to the point that I wouldn't even mention my father's name, not as much as I hated God for letting that situation happen. I fought at school just to feel pain, I had nothing else to feel, I was completely empty. To make matters worse, the punishment for my behavior was out of control. The beatings lasted a whole hour. My legs have scars all over because my mother beat them to the point where I had to beg for mercy. I acquired a dent in my head where my mother got so angry with me one day that she hit me on the forehead with a bat. After being forced into Sunday school, I still didn't understand why lovers of God hate their own flesh and blood. The hatred towards God was much greater than the hatred towards my father. He made his people beat me because he can't teach them how to raise a child. At the age of eight, my anger was born to help me stab a child with a thorn and slap him in the face on the sidewalk.
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