Brainwashed

This came out of nowwhere. I don't even get it. Take from it what you'd like. I'd love to hear how you interpret it. Written: May 24, 2008.

"If this isn't brainwashing," I muttered, "I don't know what is."
She then smiled at me and laughed. I joined in the chorus of this sick song, and then she pulled the knife and I cried.
"This isn't brainwashing. This is God." And I bled on the church floor as she laughed again.