Oh , I 'm skeered of hell , but I 'm skeereder still of God . I 'd rather go to hell a thousand times over than face God after the life I 've lived . I tell you , I 'm sorry for living wicked -- I was always sorry for it all the time . There ai n't never been a moment I was n't sorry , though nobody would believe it . I was driven on by fiends of hell . Oh , you do n't understand -- you CA N'T understand -- but I was always sorry ! '' `` If you repent , that is all that is necessary . God will forgive you if you ask Him . '' `` No , He ca n't ! Sins like mine ca n't be forgiven . He ca n't -- and He wo n't . '' `` He can and He will . He is a God of love , Naomi . '' `` No , '' said Naomi with stubborn conviction . `` He is n't a God of love at all . That 's why I 'm skeered of him . No , no . He 's a God of wrath and justice and punishment . Love ! There ai n't no such thing as love !
I 've never found it on earth , and I do n't believe it 's XXXXX be found in God . ''
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