I was surrounded by interests with the intent to exploit me, cause me hell, 
or kill me and send me to hell.

That would be old F1 who died and was pulling strings from the Other Side, 
while her daughter F2 did the footwork.  F2's husband M1 was a helpless 
alcoholic and I seem to have placed myself directly in the crossfire of 
their squabbles and hatred.  Suddenly everything wrong with the 
dysfunctional family was my fault, and they let me know it with their fierce 
wrath of their faith and prayers accordingly for God to avenge them of my 
existence.  They wanted me dead, in the name of Jesus Christ.

I paid my dues to Satan for helping me.

That would be old M2, who I gave the rudimentary plans for an accounting 
device.  He wanted to take it a step further and use it to kill people, with 
Yours truly as the subject for their experiments.  I knew how the device 
worked enough to fight them off, but I lost 10 years of my live getting out 
of the hole it left me in.  I had to defeat the very system I invented.  I 
suppose had they been successful at killing me with it, who knows what would 
have followed.

That would be M2's daughter F3, who killed my 3rd grade classmate F7, and 
had hoped to pin the blame for it on me.  She came around my home town and 
set up a love triangle with me designed to leave me dead, but her partner 
ended up dead instead.  She thought if she could fraternize with as many 
people as possible who were close to me, it would give her the edge she 
needed to get revenge on me for the death of her lover.  However, her ploy 
only wounded me, it didn't kill me like she hoped.

That would be F4, the girl I was dating, but it was only in hopes of framing 
me for a guy she killed once.  She was catching flack for it and needed a 
scapegoat.  After getting me off my medication and playing with my head, my 
behavior was enough to exonerate her, but not enough to convict me.  She has 
never returned the favor.

That would be God, against whom I was guilty of presumption and suffered a 
major chastisement.  After you've survived a few hurricanes, the worst of 
storms is like child's play, though they are terror for everyone else on 
board.  I am callused to the worst of insults and unaffected by the worst of 
dangers.  That is, if you want to learn the same lessons I did, be my guest, 
but I don't bother going to my funeral, I'll be going to yours.

I was surrounded by these interests with the intent to exploit me, cause me 
hell, or kill me and send me to hell.  All the vultures, sharks and piranhas 
converged on me at once.

They consider the hell they caused me a success, and boast that if they 
wanted, they could push me over the edge and be done with me for good, but 
won't because they are peacemakers.  The truth is that they can't, and if 
they did they'd be found guilty of the murders they did and be hauled off to 
prison.

F3 cultivated dependence so that at the critical moment she could deliver 
the fatal assault.  F4 constructed obstacles so that once they were 
overcome, she would be my reward.

Their shrunken heads and skulls would complement any decor, flanking a 
doorway or shrine.  F4 is a Mystery Babylon, but with a little grace.  F3 is 
a Holy Jerusalem, but with a little vanity.