She was dead already and could not be saved and neither could He. He did not expect me two paces behind him. His deliverance was swift. A solid gold crucifix found its place on his forehead and with no time to gasp he crumpled to Hell. "He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defense; I shall not be moved.” I do not miss the irony.
I write this story as the Word. None shall remember or even find the lunatic who brought the dead whore upon my altar. I am no vigilante nor a Dark Angel. I am only a servant of God. And I will bring deliverance in the form of Tongues.
“Think not that I am come to send peace on earth; I came not to send peace, but a sword”
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