scaring people into god

so this past weekend was eventful to say the least.
I went, for my first time to a n event called 'nightmare' hosted by Guts church. although I disagree with the method of attempting to scare people into Christ, I did feel it necessary to experience it. If only for the sole purpose of not talking out of my ass, when i discuss it.
Lets give an overall view on my take of it.
I went with ethan, annalisa, and Vicky. We Impatiently waited in line before arriving at the first room which was supposed to be us, dead. and two tour guides that would take us through the following rooms. the next room was an elevator with a guy who i guess was mad at us and wanted to shot us. mean while there were holes in the ground in which we were being poked with sticks through. It actually did make for a scary environment, although i did remain quiet calm, I'd say. not so much for annalisa and vicky. I believe this was the room they started to cry in. so me and ethan while trying to comfort and hold them forced them like chicklets through rooms, the crowd helped too...
oh yeah back to the rooms... umm there was the car accident room which to me didn't make much sense, there was a car smashed into a house however the car was not damaged but all of the kids managed to be covered in blood. next scene was a mall food court shoting, the girls were terrified but i think this one was the least of the terrible. following the food court was a date rape drug incident. this one was the only one that got to me but that is a more personal thing and we wont go into that. I did draw blood from clutching onto ethan though.. quickly followed was the suicide room. no scary stuff in this one, however the acting was wonderful.
then came the swamp room, due to the fact that a lovely lil creeper was playing with my hair and breathing down my back, I'm not sure what was going on in this room, i don't know if words were being said or if there was a point but it lasted for way too long. the only reason i continued let him play with my hair was I knew vicky would be his next target if i pulled away. So, as he smelled my hair, i waited ssssshhed vicky. despite my effort, he did get bored and started to grab at her hood. i did proceed to slap his hand and pull her hood back up over her hair. dear god they ran that swinging bridge out of that room.
the next room was odd. we were in a dark circular cage in which was spinning... pretty sure someone was saying something during this but the chicklets were like bawling at this point. on the way of being forced out by the massive crowd the girls fell and had to scatter back on up. walking into the next room was hardcore though, it was he fight room where they were beating up Jesus but they were playing 'get down with the sickness' and that was pretty cool :)
the last room was the devil room, where the devil said to go on like hell wont happen, it was pretty much a great opening to something else. sadly nothing else happened. we left the room past people who wanted to 'talk' to us about what we thought of it, but the truth is all they want to hear is 'yes i believe in god', 'sure you can pray for me'. althought thats happy, its not real. so us, as athiest teenagers, due to our knowledge of the fact that these people are not open minded to anything else, push past them and get the fuck out of there. its a great thing for people to get together and get scared. but they shouldn't try to say its anything else because the truth is you cant scare people into believing in god, you can only teach people to be scared of hell

I miss our sing alongs

...We got by though we never needed much,
a sliver of hope, no diamond rings.
we got high, it was heaven, it was hell.
flying over them with broken wings.....

We used to be friends

But you've changed so much.
And I refuse to let people that I identify as friends, treat me this way now (being a change). So I'll deal with you, cause I know I'm around you a lot. and I'll be nice to you, cause its hard to be mean. but I'm not going to try to make this work anymore. So yeah, we went through alot together. But its the old you I liked. The one who I played pen pall with, the one that I had water fights with during preband. I don't have any obligation to this new, self obsorbed, you. You've always been one to not open up. So I know your guarding your heart, but I am too, in that, I can't let you push this process of my own self distruction.