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13th_crusader) wrote2010-06-12 06:13 pm
13th_crusader) wrote2010-06-12 06:13 pm
✞27 Days since my Last Confession✞
[†]Ezekiel 7:22
My face will I turn also from them, and they will desecrate my treasured place; robbers will enter it and desecrate it.[†]
[☨]The commlink was smacked amidst the thin threads of sheets, to meet the bandaged face of the archbishop, twisted in a disquieted but blind sneer. After a few days of falling in and out of a concussion force-fed to him through a two-ton bible to the face, he stirred in agitation as those last conscious moments replayed in his waking mind and shot him straight out of bed in a flurry of ribbons and tattered blond hair.[☨]
Defilers! M.. MURDERERS! I'll have you hanged on a halter of--
Che!?
[☨]Clawing at his face he realizes he can't see a damn thing, and his horizontal position which was upon something much harder last he recalled, was now a tiny mattress with a familiar horrible squeak.[☨]
Kssh.. You blasted mother-hen, unless my brain-matter was leaking from my ears, I told you not to bring me back here!
[☨]Whether anyone was in the hospital bedroom to hear him was anyone's guess, yet the pounding in his head gave him little reason to care as he mewled melodramatically and fell back over the commlink's lense.[☨]
My face will I turn also from them, and they will desecrate my treasured place; robbers will enter it and desecrate it.[†]
[☨]The commlink was smacked amidst the thin threads of sheets, to meet the bandaged face of the archbishop, twisted in a disquieted but blind sneer. After a few days of falling in and out of a concussion force-fed to him through a two-ton bible to the face, he stirred in agitation as those last conscious moments replayed in his waking mind and shot him straight out of bed in a flurry of ribbons and tattered blond hair.[☨]
Defilers! M.. MURDERERS! I'll have you hanged on a halter of--
Che!?
[☨]Clawing at his face he realizes he can't see a damn thing, and his horizontal position which was upon something much harder last he recalled, was now a tiny mattress with a familiar horrible squeak.[☨]
Kssh.. You blasted mother-hen, unless my brain-matter was leaking from my ears, I told you not to bring me back here!
[☨]Whether anyone was in the hospital bedroom to hear him was anyone's guess, yet the pounding in his head gave him little reason to care as he mewled melodramatically and fell back over the commlink's lense.[☨]
Voice
Voice
But laws?
Regulation?
What mundane wants these when not even Death is a consequence for their rash behavior?
I don't rightly believe they want guidance, Il Papa.
Voice
Voice
Not to say that we live in terror of Him, oh no. But know that He only asks of Obedience that is Rightly Deserved for One who gave us laws for our benefit.
Would you not 'fear' to disappoint you Holy Father by doing what is bad?
The Laws of the land are no different. Everyone should respect them as they are also put there for our benefit.
Voice
It's... s-sort of like my sister I guess. I r-respect her, but I don't f-fear her, I wouldn't want to d-disappoint her, because she would be s-sad. But my b-brother... he is f-frightening, and I want to m-make him happy mainly so he w-won't yell at me.... I want him to n-not hate me.... But if I w-were to chose, S-Sister is much more a-approachable, and I f-feel more driven when she requests I d-do something.