The Ritual
The preacher was slain today. Among the crowd of onlookers and commentators I vowed aloud to pledge myself to his church. It feels good to…
The Ritual
The 3 of Birds — Artist Unknown
The preacher was slain today. Among the crowd of onlookers and commentators I vowed aloud to pledge myself to his church. It feels good to be righteous.
The church was bombed today. All of the worshipers died. I joined agitated folk from across town in grumbling against each other. A line has been crossed today.
City hall was burned down today. Who will excuse this violence? I publically swore to help in the search for survivors. There’s no going back.
The mayor was assassinated today. The townsfolk erupted in competing protests in the aftermath. I joined my fellow citizens in shouting down the opposition. Things will never be the same again. It feels good to be righteous.
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