|Repentance (standard:Editorials, 111 words)|
|Author: Cyrano||Added: Mar 27 2009||Views/Reads: 2139/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|We are all, each and every one of us, loved. To not understand this is to understand what it is not to be loved for eternity.|
I expect to become a very wicked madman. Everything points to this conclusion. I want to be buried in the shade between good and evil. Never mind the hymns, the flowers, and the stench of a priest's breath. I want the sick despair, a piece of my own dark sky. Who needs an everlasting sun? I want to rise like a hanging fog; skin corroded by dirt and disease, drunk, having nailed a thousand loves to the cross. Let me live among the ageless, the heartless, and other unknown figures so that I may repent my having recognized, too late, that I was firstly always loved by The Son of God. Tweet
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