I do not own Trigun, nor any character therein. I also do not own the excerpts taken from: Proverbs: 29: 6 and Proverbs: 28: 17 . I also do not own the lyrics A day In the Life, by David Usher.


You you take away the world
And I don't even know myself now
So how can I know you
And I don't want to die
And I don't want to leave this place yet
Just give me one more try...

So, today's the day.
I'm dead.
My mouth opens, to speak or scream I guess I'll never know.
Funny things is, it doesn't hurt.
For a split second, I wonder if he missed.
That would be a bit of luck!
Just walk it off, Nick. Keep walking...
My eyes fall on the church- the doors pulled open as a few people disappear inside.
And suddenly, I feel lonely and left out.

My thoughts are floating as reality explodes...


So, I push the doors open- damn, I don't remember them being so heavy- and step inside.
A woman gasps. A man is lookin' like he saw a ghost, his face white. The woman stares with big, frightened eyes.
I look over my shoulder with some effort, then realize the woman is looking at me- and
I scare her.
Tears blur the woman's face, and for a moment I can forget the way they had looked at me- as if I were a Gung Ho Gun. A crook. A swindler. A fake.
Homma, I must be dying.
The man and woman rush past me, and out the doors.
Don't go...I didn't come here to be alone...
But I am.
And now, my back is beginning to hurt and my head is beginning to ache.
I walk down the narrow isle, imagining the pews filled with people- families, children...
And I'm makin' my way to the pulpit, ready to begin the late afternoon sermon.
An evil man is snared by his own sin,
but a righteous one can sing and be glad.'
With each step I remember those words, and for the first time I understand.

I'm whispering to each of you my friends...


I'm now on my knees- I don't quite know how I got here- and looking up into the face of mercy.
Such a good kid, and she doesn't even know it...


And every moment seems to freeze frame through the room
All the colors are electrified
But I can't see now
I can't see now...

A wooden cross is hung on the back wall, behind the pulpit. I try and focus on it.
Such a crazy kid, and he doesn't even know it...
I laugh suddenly, and am shocked by the way my voice sounds. So old and cracked.
Never change, big girl.
I hear a whisper, I think. Could be just the way the wind knocks this little church around.

A man tormented by the guilt of murder
will be a fugitive till death;
let no one stop him.'

I close my eyes.

Just give me one more try...








**Translation**

Homma: Really