I tried to forgive as was taught, but should I really forgive, when she feels no sorrow, no regret?
Should I forgive when she shows no willingness to confess?
The thought of them burned inside of me until it was unleashed in one thunderous rage.
Her beautiful smile, forever tainted with my memory of him.
Its strange, how when your life shakes with a tremendous roar, the lords forest stays so still, so tranquil.
Unmoved by the atrocities of this modern age.
An age where whores like her do as they please, repelling the good word of the lord, spitting in the face of their maker, the one they owe everything to.
But no more.
As I watch the ashes of the one I loved course through the placid air, I feel no relief, No sudden sense of justice to quench my anger.
I feel this, because I know, I know the one to blame is still breathing, completely oblivious to the macabre events of which were his causing.
I can picture him, sitting with his family, laughing, oblivious to the fact that I am coming for him, oblivious to the fact that I will-not-stop until his body, is decomposing in some shallow swamp surrounded by the bones of his children. Not until he is forced to kneel before Lucifer himself, and beg for the retribution of which he will never be granted.
'Return O lord, Deliver my soul: O Save me for thy mercies sake
For in death there is no remembrance
And in thy grave, who shall give thee thanks?'
We have decided to scrap the idea of a narrative because when we accumulated the video and audio together it did not match well. We will however keep this post up to show our progress to our final piece.
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