Character description: Preacher is a man the church has banished from practice and now he runs an outreach program to help people in the Neon City get through their struggles. One in particular female he advises takes his psyche to a breaking point as he sets out on a path of vigilance.
Opus I
Before you revolt against them, you must revolt against yourself and fix the system that’s broken in you. Do not let it control you. You control it.
Freedom does exist, my child, it is only perceived or limited by one’s imagination or will. God gave free will and man has taken that privilege. Daughter of Eve, do not fear justice they two breathe the same air. Give yourself to god and all that is wrong will be made right.
I gave the child a rosary for comfort and she left, but I felt compelled to question the words I had just spoken to her. Destiny.
In this dark room, I sit. The grandfather clock on the wall instigates the fact that time heals all wounds, but I was just waiting for the next lost soul to walk through my doors. In this dark room, I sit at an oak table.
Before me, a bible is open to a specific verse…
A grinding slate. A knife. A glass of wine, bread, and a variety of cheese. The knife was an old buck hunting knife that I’d had since I was a kid. The grip is made of bone, so I’ve been told. What kind? That I always wondered.
Love. The days of men’s sorrows play into the hands of greed. Contempt in fellowship and honor. What has become of us? Death bears no symbolic reason anymore. Am I the one to renew what they have forgotten… The preacher.
I have taken upon myself, I have indulged in the seed of madness. Wicked. I continue to sharpen the knife that bears the bone of political correction.
Days have passed. Many days and nights. Where I see the wrong want right. How will it end? If only a friend has shown another his light.
The silence was undeniably corrupt. The grandfather clock has brought me to awakening. I must seek what is the purpose of my belief. Justice. I will not see our destiny fall!
The fallen I walk amongst. I hear the siren of discontent. Many have sought the forgiveness of God, but they have to be the result of guilt. Man of the cloth take my penance and grieve to your makers! What is the true sense, if religion has taken the time of Justice. I walk amongst the fallen… I must.
Do tell… As another hand has struck the movement of my grandfather.
What can’t I see… Love.
Obscure. That is what we have become. The many have let the few reign in the tyranny of man. Distorted as the cheese play rat to a trap at the hand of tyranny.
Crisp. I followed my desire to fulfill a request.
As the streets lay vacant to the nightmare that awaited justice. Outside the light of the street roamed a redeemer. Cautious as paradise road had the shadow of those that had nothing to lose. I gripped my knife tight…
Instantly I played devil’s advocate in the oath I have taken.
But it was not enough to persuade me that time has not proven the victor of love. I so longed for the time of hate to be abolished. Why did my teachers enforce the divide between men? Why? The divide in a way of thinking, believing?
What about the connection between living, breathing…
She was my only connection to God as I have disregarded the meaning… And time displayed redemption as I quenched the same thirst of their demons…
The true meaning of what was and what shall be…
I have taken to the streets engulfed by a perpetual sense of darkness. She had faith in me…why did she seek me out… her redeemer. Touched by my hand let those who seek damnation be reborn by the truth. I will be her redeemer both by blood and spirit. They will pay for tainting the fruits of God’s labor.
Distorted or disorientated was my ambition. I knew this.
Regardless, my blade would touch the corrupt with a swift stroke. This blade that I have sharpened continuously night after night as I let the dishonor bestow on my doorsteps.
Enough!
I began my search for those that have blinded destiny’s path in the Neon City.
It’s remarkable how shallow it’s gotten. The sound. Deeper into a hole dug by lies.
She cries why doesn’t anyone love me… I did once. Maybe again.
Forgotten are the pieces of seconds that played the main stage in an event called the moment. The moment. A sigh of relief from my love. She is done crying for now. Faded.
I feel like a monster amongst the thieves of Neon City. They do not want a preacher of truth. Light. Confused as the path splits 4 different directions. A cross. I was following the cry of Destiny but seemed to of lost myself along the way…
God, I am slowly turning…
The dimly lighted road that leads to my fate. I have sinned. The worst kind because it hasn’t happened yet. I have adjusted to the memoirs of a boulevard stranger. A scream.. shout out a scream, I need your beacon to direct my journey.
Without the lost, I am deserted.
Have the pages of feudalism corrupted the essence of her sweet smile? I was looking for the dishonor of man. Now my blade will leave the mark of a beast. A calling card that tonight one has stood up and said enough.
The cold-blooded crime against the wicked. I am close.
She told me he raped her!! My Destiny.
Fucckkk!
I will carve out his eyes for he will never witness beauty again! I can not see one star in the sky tonight. I have arrived. I have arrived. I am at the doorsteps of the devil.
My faith, the handle that opens the door. My innocence, the distance from which I walk. My love, the freedom that I take.
God, show no mercy on my soul as I pull out my knife!
