How could he? He's the Pope, my idol. I trusted him completely and absolutely. How dare he disregard the sacred vows! Did they mean nothing to him? Even as I claw away at my skin, I can't forget his words. He fathered a child. If the Pope has such blatant disregard of the vows, what hope is there for the rest of us?
Suddenly, through my anger and despair, a voice of reason is heard, the voice of God. His will is heard, and I know what I must do. The people are losing faith in God and the church quickly. This can go on no longer. They can not regain faith if that deceitful man continues to be the Pope. No matter how much it pains me, he must be rid of. There is no other way. The people will believe once more.
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Agony and sorrow fill me once more. The truth was right in front of my eyes. Why didn't I see it before? I killed my own father! Not even the Illuminati brand filled me with this much pain. In a rush of emotion, all of the remorse I should have felt that night fills my heart. What's worse is that I can't even hear God's comforting voice.
No I must not despair. I still have to complete God's will. His death was for the best; there was no other way. As I reach this conclusion, God's comforting voice is with me once more. I know what must be done. As I anoint myself with oil, I can feel the stare of many people and cameras. This is what I hoped for, what God hoped for. As the flames surround me, I feel no fear. When I look to the heavens, all doubt leaves me. I know that I am forgiven. I have served God and fulfilled his purpose. I will be with my father once again.