Post by killz4food on Sept 13, 2013 20:33:01 GMT
I sit there, thinking about how I will never be able to step foot into a church. I've tried before; my hand burned as I touched the doorknob. But that's consecrated ground for you. Though I was the offspring of parents that were once human, I will never be, and thus am damned by the mortal lord. And even though I tell myself, "Damien, you can't get in there," I often find myself trying on a most likely unhealthy basis.
Today is different though.
Today is different though.
Today I am not here to try to get in this church; I've been going at it long enough to know I won't get in. I am waiting for the service to end. I carry a can of lighter fluid in my pockets as well as a box of matches. Today I plan on burning this damned building to the ground. And when the people leave, I want them to see me prepare to burn the house of the lord down. I want someone to try to stop me.
But they won't.
But they won't.