.:.Oh, How We Do Not Care When We Do Wrong, But How We Jump On Others That Do The Same.:. -- The Church

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Subject: .:.Oh, How We Do Not Care When We Do Wrong, But How We Jump On Others That Do The Same.:.

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Zeth

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Date Posted: 10:29:46 11/15/04 Mon
In reply to: ^-^ 's message, "Now Her Soul Is Dead Now Her Bodies Raw" on 23:12:10 11/14/04 Sun

.:. The voice that reassured his worries and concerns of loneliness was set to ease when the muffled voice drifted through the golden grate of the confessional. The dark mahogany wood of the box allowed little light to drift in, but the darkness was sliced by the golden glow of the sconce behind him. The voice sounded female, but he ignored such traits and blamed it on the mere elderly male seated across from him in the darkness. �I�ve sinned.� That�s all he could voice out of his windpipes, even those few notes came out squeaky, twisted, and heart wrenched. His mind and everything within his body told him to run, he wasn�t welcomed here. He carried the blood of the devil himself. His blood rushed carelessly through his veins, sloshing with each change of directions. �I�ve sinned�again.� That was more correct, actually. And as the force that speared his heart had lightened up, it still laid a heavy hand of distrust upon him. �I�ve sinned�. a lot.� He rushed on to finish the thought, �Most of them I don�t care about�� He paused as the hand tightened around his very soul��But this one�s different�� Oh, the way his form, his persona, his very being wasn�t him anymore. This play was suffocating everything about Zeth that made him Zeth. How much longer could he stand it? �Please, father�just forgive me so I can leave�I can�t�I can�t stand this place another minute.� In desperation his hands flung to the grate, clinging to the scrollwork as he begged. �Just forgive me�it was wrong.� .:.

(By the way, No Vibe kitties this time�just keep Vibe with Zethy in the other thread)

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hunt you to the ground they will mannequins with kill appeal	(\_/\	20:41:22 11/15/04 Mon
.:.Best you Bleed.:. -- Zeth, 18:55:30 11/17/04 Wed and bleed i do -- \|3, 19:16:15 11/17/04 Wed .:.Hit by a bus.:. -- Zeth, 15:40:50 11/21/04 Sun blood on the pavement -- B, 16:08:26 11/21/04 Sun .:.Just kidding, that's not what really happened.:. -- Zeth, 23:49:52 11/21/04 Sun corn syrup and food coloring -- Yours Truly, 08:35:35 12/02/04 Thu corn syrup and food coloring -- Yours Truly, 08:35:47 12/02/04 Thu