The smell, I could smell It, the smell of guilt coming from him as I was cuttIng his arms.

I wasn't enjoying this, I really wasn't.

I was only doing what was needed. I knew they were all guilty. They deserved it. They deserved every hate. Furthermore, they had what was coming to them.

"Pl-pleease dont" i heard him mummering.

They didn't stop so why should I.

Not only that, but I was not like this. The world made me do this.

I had a happy life too. I wanted nothing more than her and my child.

But they destroyed it .

"Jesus please eh-help us" he said while spitting blood.

I wanted them to know that there was no god in existence that could save him now.

I was the only one who is there for them. Their god, their devil, their savior, their executioner.

I was punishing them. I was showing the world that some things are not to be forgiven.

Again I was not having any kind of fun or any kind of pleasure by doing this.

I was doing what was necessary.

It was my design of punishment.

It was my job to do this.

Since that so-called god has forgotten his duty to punish. But I dIdn't forget.

This room previously white was colored red with the blood of guilt and of shame.

My father used to say that people are never born with an evil heart, but that evil is filled in them.

He was wrong now I know for fact that people are born the way they are. They are not clay that can be molded by the world.

The god he made them this way. The god who is always right cant make mistakes right?

So why does he have evil lurking in the world.

This kid in front of me was about 19 or 20.

I don't know and i didn't care.

But what I did know was that he sinned.

And he is being punished for the sin he committed.

A sin that is unforgivable.

People like him don't even deserve Death.

Death is a pleasure for them.

They should be in between life and death. Between nothing.

The place where they can be punished until they are forgiven.

I know that place exists.

Because I created that place especially for people like him.

People that should not have been born in first place.

I will be doing this until my last breath.

I am judge of them.

I will dress them.

I will make them into something that is so beautiful.

An art of mine that is free from sins and forgiven and a gift to god to remind him that while he is lazing around someone is doing his job that he is supposed to do.

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This story is little fucked up but I am not.

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