The ConfessionalA Chapter by Robert Francis CallaciAll Ye who EnterThe
Confessional
‘”Bless
me Father for I have sinned, It’s been two thousand and fifteen years since my
last confession.”
“Is
this some type of joke, this is a confessional not a bar” said the angry
priest.”
“I
assure you Father that this is no joke. I’ve been carrying around this guilt
for over two millennia and I need to get it off my chest.”
The
priest looked through the confessional screen and into the eyes of the
confessor. He choked up in fear. Those eyes were not human. In an unsteady
voice he said, “I will hear your confession.”
“I’ve
always felt bad about tempting that poor fellow in the desert. That made him
think: that he was truly the Son of God. In fact he was nothing more than a
deluded carpenter’s son. God abandoned this world and left it to me ages ago. I
was just having fun with the human race, but it backfired, and gave false hope
to humanity. I’m here to set the record straight: any and all hope is dead…
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StatsAuthorRobert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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