The Countess Page #7

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stand here today, sentanced to die alone...

So many lovers are warmed

at each other's arms.

Proceed.

God, you have abandoned me.

In war hundreds are killed and tortured.

And they are left there to

rot and feed the xxx.

And yet, we glorify our warriors.

We give them laurel and hornors.

But I get a xxx.

I can not be humiliated this way.

Give me a illness that will kill me fast.

I can not do it yourself.

I must go to heaven. Amen.

God perhaps you are tring my faith.

Perhaps you are punishong me because

I loved him more than I loved you.

Man has created God in his image, which

gives them dominance over everything else.

Birds, lions, trees and women.

I wish I've been born a man, I would have killed thousands in battle...

...take over countries, burned witches.

I would've been a hero.

That is it. You are nothing but a myth.

The Greeks created the

gods for everything...

...because they could not figue out

why the sea, why love, why death.

Now we have created you to

a peace and fxxx fears and ignorance.

Because we have so many

questions and so few answers.

I have used you and prayers to

forgive myself for my horrible sins.

A proper burial or feeding

the wolves is the same thing.

Holy water is just dirty water.

Why am I so scared to die?

Because I do not belive in

you or eternity of the soul.

When I die, I shall rot.

And nothing will be left of me.

Love was the dagger that

stabbed me in the back.

If you are not a myth,

obsorb my sins and keep me young.

I Thank you, my Lord.

- No coffin?

- It's very cold winter, there's no wood left.

xxx her legs.

I don't want touch her,

she's been dead for weeks.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

History is a tale told by victors.

That is what left of her.

A tale of a mad murderess and

a blood-thirsty devil.

Was she really guilty of the murders?

Or did my father fabricate

most of the evidence?

There's nothing in this world

you can be certain of.

All I know is whatever she was,

whatever crime she might

have beeb guilty of.

I loved her deeply, and

I believe she loved me.

But history does not concern itself with that,

for truth has be sealed behind the brick wall.

And time will soon, buris all.

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