Creepy shit I just now wrote

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Ok man. Here I am. Ranting once more. Asking myself why the hell should god care. Then I think wait, should it be why the heaven should god care. Yeah man whatever back to subject; I look into the floor with stare that could wake a grizzly. Just staring, contemplating my life thus far; that question I always ask myself rears it's ugly head again. The question: if I were to die right now where would I go? Heaven or Hell. Pergatory or Nothingness.

You know man, what could I go to heaven for? Just being there, going to church on Sundays. Or what about the fact I haven't broken any major commandments? Ah hah! Is that what gets me to Heaven? Not sure still. Well then, do I go to hell? I have done some bad things in the course of my 16 years. At one point in my life I was madly in love with the woman of my desire. So what you say.Well, she loved me back, very deeply. Your point is asks he who reads. After all we've been through, three months later we find out we are first cousins. Sick, groutesque! Not to me though. Should I go tell hell for that. Loving my cousin so much. I never had sex with her then. I never touched her in a so called "special spots". But afterwards we both felt guilty.

Then again I did show love towards a human being. The bible tells us to love one another. So maybe I should go to Heaven. The contradictions I face. I decide to go to sleep. I would have to if a certain quote hadn't running through my head. It said something about doing good to all you meet. This was it man; I couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much to handle. I got out of bed and reached into my drawer pulling out a handgun. This should end it I thought. I knew I was going to Hell for a mortal sin now, but at least it was a certainty I was going to Hell; instead of an endless wondering whether or not I'm Heaven worthy.

So I pulled the trigger and a loud bang erupted from the tip. The funny things about guns ladies and gentleman is sometimes they misfire. Shit luck for me of course, and I see that now that I'm in prison. Imprisoned for involuntary manslaughter. You see man, that bullet I fired hit somebody. It wasn't me man eigther; the bullet errupted out of the back of the gun and hit the woman who was sleeping naked in my bed. My cousin.

-- Raoul Duke (GonzaloGroup@aol.com), July 31, 2002

Answers

Ooo, sounds like something I wrote a couple of years ago. *grins* Wasn't a cousin, but a mother in mine. Good stuff!

-- Angel (keita@my.sanguinus.com), August 05, 2002.

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