"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. 

It has been twelve days since my last confession."

"Tell me the sins of your heart, child."

"…

I have committed murder in thought."

"Against whom?"

"…

Someone.

And God."

"Why against God?"

"…

I didn't mean it.

I was just angry.

I said I hated Him, but I really don't.

The one I hate is…"

"The 'someone' you mentioned?"

"…

Yes."

"Why do you hate him?"

"…

You'd hate him, too.

…the things he does…"

(urgently) "My child, is someone hurting you?"

"…

Yes."

"Is it…your father?"

"No."

"Your mother?"

"She's dead."

"Who's hurting you, child?  I want to help.

We are called to deal with sins like this immediately.

God does not want you to suffer."

"…

Heh."

"What's funny?"

"…

God is the One making me suffer.

He brought someone into my life to make me suffer."

"…

Why would He do that?"

"…

I don't know.

I thought maybe you could tell me."

"…

I don't know what secret sins weigh on your heart.

Is there anything you've done to incur the wrath of God?"

"…

Which sin do you want?

I've quite a list.

What can I say—I'm only human."

"…"

"I lie.

Every day.

I lie to him to get out of being hurt, but it never works.

I swear.

I cuss when it hurts the worst, because I'm angry.

Dad always swears when he's angry."

"Tell me honestly—does your father hurt you?"

"…

tch tch.

You haven't been listening, father.

If it were him, I would have told you already.

It's not."

"…"

"What else do you want?

I lust.

Like any other guy.

And I'm only ten.

Funny…but not.

And I masturbate.

I try not to, but I'm just…too weak."

"…"

(crying) "…

Sometimes I think about killing myself.

I hate myself, father.

Maybe that's why I'm suffering."

"Because you hate yourself?"

(sniffle) "I'm part of God's creation, am I not?

Therefore, I hate God's creation.

I have reason to be punished."

"My child, we all have reason to be punished.

But no one deserves to be abused."

"…"

"You need to seek help, child.

What's your name?"

"…

I didn't come here to confess my name.

I came to confess my sin, and to be absolved.

Can you do that?"

"Well, I—we need, that is, you—"

"That's all I needed to know.

Goodbye, father."

"My child—"