[Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.
Willowy bends kept themselves tied about the young girl's delicate frame, cool retractiles combing through tresses of gold just to keep his hands from idling as he bowed his head in quiet benediction.
God be merciful to me a sinner.
Every shudder from the outside calamity, every screech from Hell's demons had him pleading harder.
God, cleanse me of my sins and have mercy on me.
Till surely the sweat trickling down his brow would become as blood.
Thou has created me; Lord, have mercy on me.
And soon the sounds were deafening under his own vehement prayers, till he could hear no more but his own voice lamenting in his mind. Yet the shimmer of silver caught the corner of his eye, breaking him of his pitiful pleas. He looked up, heart leaping into his throat with the hope that he had been answered by the very grace of heaven.
I have sinned immeasurably; Lord, forgive me.
Brows knit in error of his foolish want, regarding Abel with brief look of alarm.. and relaxing into downcast.]
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Date: 2010-07-17 05:45 am (UTC)Willowy bends kept themselves tied about the young girl's delicate frame, cool retractiles combing through tresses of gold just to keep his hands from idling as he bowed his head in quiet benediction.
God be merciful to me a sinner.
Every shudder from the outside calamity, every screech from Hell's demons had him pleading harder.
God, cleanse me of my sins and have mercy on me.
Till surely the sweat trickling down his brow would become as blood.
Thou has created me; Lord, have mercy on me.
And soon the sounds were deafening under his own vehement prayers, till he could hear no more but his own voice lamenting in his mind. Yet the shimmer of silver caught the corner of his eye, breaking him of his pitiful pleas. He looked up, heart leaping into his throat with the hope that he had been answered by the very grace of heaven.
I have sinned immeasurably; Lord, forgive me.
Brows knit in error of his foolish want, regarding Abel with brief look of alarm.. and relaxing into downcast.]
Reverend?