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Eager, as a young hound panting at a beloved master's heel, my black, cruel eyes shining, upturned towards his trusting face, the smiling icon, religion's celebrity adored throughout the living world. Once, I devoted myself, soul and flesh combined to my liege, following in his sand-prints, my own feet almost shrunken in his over-sized steps, the all-knowing giant, a teacher to the feeble being, myself. Years passed sluggishly, still treading deserts, my soles bruised, bleeding rivers from the arches, I screamed for us to wait only for a moment. He turned, with an expression of stone, 'You'll be a sinner if you stop, so keep walking, become God's serving girl'. Shaking my head, slowly, lashes downcast, I admitted the truth. 'I'd rather become a sinner than pound sand any longer, call me a quitter if you please, but I'm done.'
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
I Admitted the Truth
Eager, as a young hound panting at a beloved master's heel, my black, cruel eyes shining, upturned towards his trusting face, the smiling icon, religion's celebrity adored throughout the living world. Once, I devoted myself, soul and flesh combined to my liege, following in his sand-prints, my own feet almost shrunken in his over-sized steps, the all-knowing giant, a teacher to the feeble being, myself. Years passed sluggishly, still treading deserts, my soles bruised, bleeding rivers from the arches, I screamed for us to wait only for a moment. He turned, with an expression of stone, 'You'll be a sinner if you stop, so keep walking, become God's serving girl'. Shaking my head, slowly, lashes downcast, I admitted the truth. 'I'd rather become a sinner than pound sand any longer, call me a quitter if you please, but I'm done.'
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charlotte-reynolds
English
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
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