21 October 2012
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 symbol from God.
A symbol of Death.
I hated it. And the people inside it. They were fanatics. Bullies. Monsters.
They sickened me with their blind faith, not in religion, but in their leader. Religion was just the shield they used to hide their sins behind, for surely if their was a God he would of made them pay dearly already.
"Excuse me young girl are you ok?" My eyes flashed towards the speaker, and instantly hate and anger flooded me.
He stood there all polite charm. He looked...to me...he looked slimy. The presence of death and cruelty hung off him heavily. I forced myself to smile and nod, when all I wanted to do was attack him. Him, the leader of the pretenders religion. Him, who killed my parents....
©minxyMolly
Opuss № I