"So what's your point?" He asked.
"I don't know!" I said
"Do you know why your here?" He asked.
"I...guess!" I replied
"So tell me." He commanded
"But..but I do not think I can!" I stammered
"Try to remember!" He commanded
"But....*"
I could not say more,
there was nothing to say.
The minute I woke up, was the moment of
my death.
Here I am, in front of Saint Peter himself.
He asks me to recall my life.
But I can not.
What have I done?
What did I do?
Did I accomplish anything at all?
Why AM I here?
"So...are you going to tell me?" He
bellowed.
"...I...."
Was all I could get out
before he casted me out of his sight.
"Then go back and stay there. You will not
live and you will not die.
But until you tell me of your life
then forever you must cry."
~Cry.~ I thought. Cry about what?
And then I started to be lowered from the
Saints of all saints.
And just before my head went under
I saw the reason for my torment and pain.
It was Saint Peter who held my brain. |
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