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#acrostic Some said he was a good man, Even when they knew what he did. Christ died for all our sin, Reverend molesters in church hid. Exorcised demons from his mind, Tell that to the broken kids.
I stood staring at the cathedral. It's presence looming over us. dwarfing everything else. Ever since...that day....the reapening..it had become a symbol. A symbol of hope. A symbol of strength.
A worthy sacrifice at your altar. My blood spilled for your pleasure. A willing gesture to those who look upon us from high. Miracles are not mine to give. I pray at your feet and become the prey.
*Adult Content* The flagellant and the flagellant. One did it for the kicks. One did it for religion. Both of them where sick. One was sick with promise. One was sick with lies.
Life had not been the same for me since Father Roger had passed away. He was perhaps the most influential person I had ever had the blessing to have known. But now he is dead, and I have moved on...