✞33 Days since my Last Confession✞

[13th_crusader]

[†]Ecclesiastes 11:9

You, O Lord, reign forever; your throne endures from generation to generation. Why do you always forget us? Why do you forsake us so long? Restore us to yourself, O Lord, that we may return; renew our days as of old. Unless you have utterly rejected us and are angry with us beyond measure.[†]


'Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.'

[☨]In the comfort of his four-post fortress, his respite and single place of solace, Maxwell curled in his pristine white sheets and dozed as the afternoon light spilled in and gleaned off his thick lashes.

There was a whiny mewl as he rejected the sun, turning over and crushing the communicator with a downy pillow. The week prior had brought him nothing but emotional trauma the likes to rock his granite foundations and leave him rubble on the floor.

Sleep. It was all he wanted. If he could sleep forever without the prospect of Purgatory, Heaven, or Hell, meeting him as his eyes shut, perhaps then he could finally find his true repose.[☨]

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[Rousing swiftly, he fanned his hand in front of his face... sure the smell had to just a lingering dream.]

Che... that.. cannot be..