✞12 Days since my Last Confession✞
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13th_crusader[✝]Proverbs 8:13
The fear of the Lord is to hate evil: Pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.[✝]
[☨]The archbishop, through the eyes of the lens, is holed up in what looks to be a tall wooden box, actually a make-shift confessional, seated with his late subordinate's bible in his lap. Idly he's flipping through the pages, pausing every so often when he finds a Polaroid stuck between them as a book-marker. He's uttering quite introspectively.[☨]
Dear Lord, seems I'm damned to rot here for next to eternity. This is it. This is Purgatory.. or worse yet Limbo, isn't it? The idling. The chaos. The idling in chaos. The constant, up and down, up and down, roller-coaster that never stops or breaks down. Seems one can nary have a consistent emotion in this place.
[☨]As he holds up the the picture, it's clearly a photo from St. Ferdinand's orphanage; all the children gathered about, with four men and two woman: two priests (Fr.Anderson and Wolfe), a monsignor (Fr.Renaldo), a abbess(The Head Nun), a nun(Sr.Takagi) and a bishop(Epus.Maxwell), standing behind them, all genuine smiles.. save for the bishop who held an air of no-nonsense about him. The tic in his left eye twitched and winced, yet apparently not exactly at the photo itself, for he turned with a leer at the blinking red light of the commlink.[☨]
Yet I know of one that's perpetually left in me: ...Hate--I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, haaaate, You!
[☨]As he reaches to grab the device, his body suddenly turns to jagged convulsions as the wretched thing shocks the holy piss out of him. Seems it doesn't think too fondly of him either.[☨]
. . . ...................ma...maledetto.
The fear of the Lord is to hate evil: Pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way, and the froward mouth, do I hate.[✝]
[☨]The archbishop, through the eyes of the lens, is holed up in what looks to be a tall wooden box, actually a make-shift confessional, seated with his late subordinate's bible in his lap. Idly he's flipping through the pages, pausing every so often when he finds a Polaroid stuck between them as a book-marker. He's uttering quite introspectively.[☨]
Dear Lord, seems I'm damned to rot here for next to eternity. This is it. This is Purgatory.. or worse yet Limbo, isn't it? The idling. The chaos. The idling in chaos. The constant, up and down, up and down, roller-coaster that never stops or breaks down. Seems one can nary have a consistent emotion in this place.
[☨]As he holds up the the picture, it's clearly a photo from St. Ferdinand's orphanage; all the children gathered about, with four men and two woman: two priests (Fr.Anderson and Wolfe), a monsignor (Fr.Renaldo), a abbess(The Head Nun), a nun(Sr.Takagi) and a bishop(Epus.Maxwell), standing behind them, all genuine smiles.. save for the bishop who held an air of no-nonsense about him. The tic in his left eye twitched and winced, yet apparently not exactly at the photo itself, for he turned with a leer at the blinking red light of the commlink.[☨]
Yet I know of one that's perpetually left in me: ...Hate--I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, haaaate, You!
[☨]As he reaches to grab the device, his body suddenly turns to jagged convulsions as the wretched thing shocks the holy piss out of him. Seems it doesn't think too fondly of him either.[☨]
. . . ...................ma...maledetto.
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Date: 2009-12-10 09:26 pm (UTC)HE SEES YOU SPYING
Date: 2009-12-10 09:37 pm (UTC)Cosa c'è?
[Voice] O NO :O
From:[Voice] BLAST YOU.
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Date: 2009-12-10 09:27 pm (UTC)[Voice] 1/4
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From:[Action] Gah sorry! I didn't even get a notif...
From:[Action] I just now got this one. /strangles LJ
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Date: 2009-12-10 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-10 09:39 pm (UTC)Yes.
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Date: 2009-12-10 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-10 10:22 pm (UTC)That we do, Signorina.
[Here's a shot in the dark.]
Are you by-chance, Catholic?
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Date: 2009-12-10 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-10 10:23 pm (UTC)It's. Really. Not that funny.
[He's still having aftershock twitches.]
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From:This is cracking me up. XD
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From:s he like, scared of kids or something? *Never read the series.*
From:HAHA Noo he just can't STAND them. Maxwell has a large barbed stick up his ass
From:LOL Poor Maxwell, Sai is going to be his worst nightmare then! XD
From:Sorry for the delay! I was out D:!!
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From:ROFL I can never see him the same way ever again! XD
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Date: 2009-12-10 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-10 11:58 pm (UTC)And this thing is so many sorts of wicked, I cannot even begin to describe it.
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From:oh poo! wrong Seras journal >_> sorry!
From:NEVER FORGIVE </3
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Date: 2009-12-11 02:49 am (UTC)[audio] t'was not ignoring, simply missed your reply D:
Date: 2009-12-17 03:34 pm (UTC)Perhaps I'm a bit rash in using the word as a generalization, the cleansing flames of Corinthians' Purgatory seem more desirable than this pit.
At least Heaven is a sure end to those means.
[audio] orz same here >_>
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Date: 2009-12-11 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-11 11:04 am (UTC)Hello, Miss Nill.
[Oh yes, he remembers your name for sure now.]
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Date: 2009-12-11 03:27 pm (UTC)Y'all doing all right there, padre?
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Date: 2009-12-13 10:06 am (UTC)I'm quite alright, signore. I thank you for your concern. Yes, there are Christians here, though I would not say.. many.
[Most are doing it wrong!]
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