Disclaimer: Umm... I have no idea how to word this. I suppose the piece is mine, because you can't own characters (in the sense of their character and not their name) really. But the intellectual property of Deacon isn't mine.
A/N: The views of the characters expressed most certainly do not reflect my views. Deacon whispered the story to me while I was asleep (that's kinda kinky actually... I LIKE IT). It was written 2am in the morning: I'm not liable.
For Picture #16, in 15minuteficlets
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Jesus is my saviour. Jesus is my light. Jesus is my candle. Jesus will help me.
"Yeah, you just keep repeating that."
Jesus is my saviour.
"You call that praying? FUCK that. God can't hear you, baby."
Jesus give me light. Light my way in darkness.
"Maybe you want to pray louder. Are you even TRYING to save your soul? Jesus fucking Christ."
Show me the way to righteousness.
"I'm sorry. I forgot you didn't like hearing the Lord's name used in vain. You'll have to remind me, which commandment is that? I haven't been to Sunday school for while!
"That's what they taught you, didn't they? JESUS died for your sins. Well I'm sitting here and wondering where the FUCK is he now? Huh?"
Lord give me strength. Lord give me strength. Lord give me strength.
"Answer me bitch, or Jesus isn't saving shit."
Lord give me strength.
"Fucking Christians. (15min) You're like a fuckin' recorder. Rewind, play, rewind play. It's the same bullshit, give or take a decade. There used to be more of the devil mojo, you know? I miss that. I once had a girl who tried to exorcise me. Funniest bitch ever."
Lord give me strength in this time of need. Help me. Please help me. I need you.
"Determined little thing, aren't you? Alright, I'll stop fucking around. Honest to God, you religious types all taste like sacramental wine in the end."
Oh God, please don't. Please not me. God no.
"Feel free to recite the Lord's Prayer. I hear it's better than sex, but I doubt it." (19min)
