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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
Oh, I didn't put her there. I guess you haven't been keeping up with current events~.
voice
Porcheria~!
voice
... Bless you.
voice
Is the most ludicrous thing I've heard all day!
They have a special place in the Eighth Circle of Hell for liars like you. You know what they do there? They steep you in human excrement, which represents the words you produced!
voice
Feel free to believe whatever you like though.