The scent of gun-oil hung thick in the air like the smell of death clinging to everything in a small room. She whispered out her window into the night, "Forgive me father for I have sinned."
"I've beaten a girl into a coma for slander. She could not look beyond the tough exterior to see what was within."
"I began questioning God's existance when questions and prayers went unanswered."
"I lost all faith when I realized there was no one there to answer my pleas."
"I fucked a married man six times and not once did I think about his wife and children. I never loved him, he was merely a toy."
"I stole from the rich and never had any intentions of giving it back to the poor."
"I shot a friends father in the thigh during a hunting trip. It was no accident, pay-back for abusing his wife."
"I've used God's name in vain more times than I can recall, and I don't give a damn."
"Those are only a few of my sins and I never once apologized for any of them. If asked, I'd do it all over again."
She tossed a photo of her daddy dressed in his robe out her bedroom window, where it shattered in the street. Before she took her life she commited one final act of blasphemy. Opening her bible, she spat between the rice pages, then held it by a corner of the cover and set the good book ablaze and tossed it into her metal trash can.
Then proceeded to whisper, "Forgive me Daddy for I have sinned," while she tucked the Ithica under her chin and pressed the trigger with her secretly black painted toe. |
Submission Name: Hate the Sin, Kill the Sinner
