alter servent inside her confessional

margrain was up to her ears and eyes with falaciuos depravity..."okay, what a skill huh?...now I can sing... of heaven huh?...being a child without sin was pretty nice too..."
she stepped up the steps in her white and red gown, given to her by a brother...I know that priest is here... theres the lovely box... she went behind the curtan, "forgive me father for there is sin..."
"sure..."
"she sinned again.."
"she likes the money from the tithe...you do not?..."
" all I am worth to you is your ...I am sick dying father what should I do?"
'leave me be ya starving waif!.... I will get what I want whenever and plus you can go out into the streets where women are nothing but whores!"
"I say my hail marys for your soul, priest.." Margrain was infuriated at 12 years old...are women of any use....!? she was so upset with this 20 something male..." the plague on you father!"

and so the town was sickend...

originally posted by: peppycat
and so the town was sickend...

Was "sickend" a Freudian slip?

Sickend, I love that word. It perfectly describes modern society.

a reply to: peppycat


Screw him, you don't need his forgivence.