Tuesday, December 18, 2007

THE MARCH ONWARDS

"Spare me, have mercy on me O liege", the abominable creature cried out. I turned deaf to its pitiful imploring. I vented my ire on the evil it wrought and struck at its head with all my might It came free and rolled on the ground. When it stopped, there was my face.

"Have mercy on my soul O Lord", I cried out. Lust and greed bled from my own head at Mary's Feet.

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