THE CROSS IS EMPTY, SEE!
I didn’t notice the dirt until the cleansing began. Oh it was horrible, gut wrenching, the stench-the pain. A film of decaying filth covered lies self-delusion intimidation and always fear. Invisible tumors and open sores were all over from the practices of arrogant snobbery violent anger and self-righteous pride. My heart burst and spattered onto those I loved more than myself. They were dying or betraying me. I didn’t notice my dirt. I wouldn’t hurt anyone, I was sure of that. Bloody,... Sign in to see full entry.