#surijam

there's a show going on at church prime! a travelling one man act by a dead girl walking, they say she's really something. the performance goes something like this: she grabs and snarls at the altar, screaming until her voice is shot, you leave us, again and again. you have used us up. you have forsaken her when she needed you most. 

a smile and a bit of applause is courtesy, though i would reccomend holding your standing ovation for the final act. if ever the goddess of empty promises would come down from her castle in the clouds, she'd hear it too. wilbur soot, the resolute, agnostic demigod, saint of nonbelievers, the modern day orpheus. all of these are equally true. as is the fire when he hisses out at her, where were you?