easter in the village (II)

mind you, i was invited to join the church's party. the local priest personally invited me, even though he knows me from nowhere. i politely declined. i understand and praise his christian's spirit - i'm not a believer, i don't go to the church, i haven't done anything at all in the party's organization, but i'm still welcome to join. but he doesn't know that the christian's spirit of the local townsfolk is just a mask, one of the many they wear every day. they would never forgive me for being there - me, of all the people, a wayward sheep of the flock, one that has once follow the ways of god but has long since departed on his own. they have never forgave me for being more ambitious anyway. and even though i care little for what they can say about me, i can do well without another crucification.