TITLE: God and the Devil
AUTHOR: Spwaddict
E-MAIL: brackish60518@yahoo.com
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RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Some people aren't meant to be saved.
DISCLAIMER: Other than this being a very dark fic, tru calling is not
mine.
A/N: When I was 3, my dad had a choice to take me to the Care Bear movie,
or to see Child's Play. Guess which one he chose!
FEEDBACK: Something so little means so much.
stupid bitch.
females, the pathetic extention of the male species. Not even human. Stains left on this earth, the only good ones are the ones of blood on my hands. They don't see how worthless they really are. And I am quite sure that this will be the only time I will ever depend on a bitch.
they wheel me into this cold steel walled room. I see her brown locks that matched her eyes. Her proud stance, with vunerable lips. She reminds me of my first kill. I cut her lips off. Nothing good ever comes from their lips anyway. Lies, deception, stupidity.
it's almost funny how much this woman looks like Janine. Thinking she's better than men, as if there's some hidden secret stowed away in her brain. Knowing how to hurt us, how to twist our thoughts and action with temptation and lust.
a bullet between the eyes makes all those thoughts go away.
it's almost funny how Janine was the first to die, and this twin gets to witness my deformed state. She sees my death.
but I wont leave that easily.
i see her power, glowing off of her like a spotlight. The sheer ignorance that goes with that power, not knowing why she has it, how to use it...when to use it.
and she will be the first one I kill when I come back.
and maybe there was a reason for my death. A purpose for His higher power to have dismembered my body under the city bus.
and maybe there's a reason why I can defy his power to talk to her. To whisper my needs for help straight into her ears. Maybe there's a reason why I know she will help me.
because women can never tell the difference between God and the Devil.
stupid bitch.
stupid bitch.
females, the pathetic extention of the male species. Not even human. Stains left on this earth, the only good ones are the ones of blood on my hands. They don't see how worthless they really are. And I am quite sure that this will be the only time I will ever depend on a bitch.
they wheel me into this cold steel walled room. I see her brown locks that matched her eyes. Her proud stance, with vunerable lips. She reminds me of my first kill. I cut her lips off. Nothing good ever comes from their lips anyway. Lies, deception, stupidity.
it's almost funny how much this woman looks like Janine. Thinking she's better than men, as if there's some hidden secret stowed away in her brain. Knowing how to hurt us, how to twist our thoughts and action with temptation and lust.
a bullet between the eyes makes all those thoughts go away.
it's almost funny how Janine was the first to die, and this twin gets to witness my deformed state. She sees my death.
but I wont leave that easily.
i see her power, glowing off of her like a spotlight. The sheer ignorance that goes with that power, not knowing why she has it, how to use it...when to use it.
and she will be the first one I kill when I come back.
and maybe there was a reason for my death. A purpose for His higher power to have dismembered my body under the city bus.
and maybe there's a reason why I can defy his power to talk to her. To whisper my needs for help straight into her ears. Maybe there's a reason why I know she will help me.
because women can never tell the difference between God and the Devil.
stupid bitch.
