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Paradiso
She dreamt of paradise.
And paradise he gave to her.
Lavished in passion and lust, both of them swore would never fade.
"Are you sure there's nothing else you would like to confess?"
They were so consumed, or was it she who succumbed to the madness that she had forgotten reality.
Covered in black, she stared back at the intricately designed wooden partition between her and the holy.
" Nothing"
She waited for him, as he had instructed. Promised to lift her off the life she had wished to forget.
She waited.
He laughed.
The priest, already aware of the sins the woman behind the partition bore, feared to let her walk out unscathed.
"My child, it is not I who judges the sinners. But the one we cannot see. As is the one who died for our sins."
The woman, tugging the blade deeper, insisted otherwise.
"You have forgotten, father. There is but one who sees. The bearer of the true pain. The unwilling devout. The one who weeps but is ignored. Father, you who swore under oath to protect, using a name and a position for your own pleasure and desire. You, who call upon devils wearing wings of white and fake halos..."
He had promised her paradise in the form of salvation and pardons. He had sworn her peace in exchange of unholy carnage and displeasure.
He had promised her everything that was to be promised to the ones who had become lost and unforgivable. Yet, he had thrown her into the dark, raped her of her dignity and faith.
"Father", she smiled. "It is not I in need of confession but it is you."
The priest, now coughing blood pleaded to stop this vicious blasphemy of the ritual.
This time, it was she who laughed. And he, waiting.
Waiting for her to pull out the cross-shaped knife that was thrusted deep in his stomach.
" Father, you swore my mother salvation. Robed in wings and angelic gestures, you promised her a life for her child. But, instead you've thrown her to a world of embarrassment and dishonor. You, who stood every holy day, speaking of words from God, spoke to her in words that only the devil could spew. You tortured her in front of her children and proceeded to continue your despicable advantages on them... Father, this God you speak of, is not the God I know."
Her words were chilling enough but it was the laughter that made him wanted turn and run out of fear.
" You insisted that you gave her paradise. But hell was what she had gotten"
She only loved God. And he persuaded a paradise that no holy book nor Godly message met its definition.
It was never a paradise. Nor was it God.
"Now father, forgive me for I have sinned. I am killing a holy man, prophet of God, and messenger to the weak and poor. I am killing a man believed to be the savior. However, praise me for I have saved women and children from this holy man who walks in divine cloaks yet gawks at naked women. Who drinks and eats of holy wine and bread yet ravishes on bodies of meek children. A man promising salvation if his followers would give him satisfaction.
Forgive me, for I have sinned. Yet, it is I who have saved them."
This time the woman exited the room. Gliding slowly out the hallway, proud of her accomplishments.
The church bells rang once again. Afterward, followed by screams.
While walking outside, making sure to adorn the beautiful structure, she caressed the scars and burns on her stomach and realized what she had done.
Killing one and saving hundreds.
"But it will never stop here"
She passed by beggars in the street, making sure to give out the money that the church had kept from them.
She sighed as she had finally been able to remove the silly cloak and the heavy rosary as well as the faith she had pretended to bore.
#atheism
#nihilism
#REVENGE
And paradise he gave to her.
Lavished in passion and lust, both of them swore would never fade.
"Are you sure there's nothing else you would like to confess?"
They were so consumed, or was it she who succumbed to the madness that she had forgotten reality.
Covered in black, she stared back at the intricately designed wooden partition between her and the holy.
" Nothing"
She waited for him, as he had instructed. Promised to lift her off the life she had wished to forget.
She waited.
He laughed.
The priest, already aware of the sins the woman behind the partition bore, feared to let her walk out unscathed.
"My child, it is not I who judges the sinners. But the one we cannot see. As is the one who died for our sins."
The woman, tugging the blade deeper, insisted otherwise.
"You have forgotten, father. There is but one who sees. The bearer of the true pain. The unwilling devout. The one who weeps but is ignored. Father, you who swore under oath to protect, using a name and a position for your own pleasure and desire. You, who call upon devils wearing wings of white and fake halos..."
He had promised her paradise in the form of salvation and pardons. He had sworn her peace in exchange of unholy carnage and displeasure.
He had promised her everything that was to be promised to the ones who had become lost and unforgivable. Yet, he had thrown her into the dark, raped her of her dignity and faith.
"Father", she smiled. "It is not I in need of confession but it is you."
The priest, now coughing blood pleaded to stop this vicious blasphemy of the ritual.
This time, it was she who laughed. And he, waiting.
Waiting for her to pull out the cross-shaped knife that was thrusted deep in his stomach.
" Father, you swore my mother salvation. Robed in wings and angelic gestures, you promised her a life for her child. But, instead you've thrown her to a world of embarrassment and dishonor. You, who stood every holy day, speaking of words from God, spoke to her in words that only the devil could spew. You tortured her in front of her children and proceeded to continue your despicable advantages on them... Father, this God you speak of, is not the God I know."
Her words were chilling enough but it was the laughter that made him wanted turn and run out of fear.
" You insisted that you gave her paradise. But hell was what she had gotten"
She only loved God. And he persuaded a paradise that no holy book nor Godly message met its definition.
It was never a paradise. Nor was it God.
"Now father, forgive me for I have sinned. I am killing a holy man, prophet of God, and messenger to the weak and poor. I am killing a man believed to be the savior. However, praise me for I have saved women and children from this holy man who walks in divine cloaks yet gawks at naked women. Who drinks and eats of holy wine and bread yet ravishes on bodies of meek children. A man promising salvation if his followers would give him satisfaction.
Forgive me, for I have sinned. Yet, it is I who have saved them."
This time the woman exited the room. Gliding slowly out the hallway, proud of her accomplishments.
The church bells rang once again. Afterward, followed by screams.
While walking outside, making sure to adorn the beautiful structure, she caressed the scars and burns on her stomach and realized what she had done.
Killing one and saving hundreds.
"But it will never stop here"
She passed by beggars in the street, making sure to give out the money that the church had kept from them.
She sighed as she had finally been able to remove the silly cloak and the heavy rosary as well as the faith she had pretended to bore.
#atheism
#nihilism
#REVENGE
