He turns to me.
His face is creased with
age, his eyes warm, worried.
“How can I help you, my
child?”
He walks towards me,
kneels down next to me, wipes tears from my eyes.
I beg him to save me, to
rescue me from a fate I have no control over.
“Only God controls our
fate.”
God was not the Unknown
Sender.
God did not control my
fate. The Unknown Sender did.
I beg him to remove the
evil from me, the evil that follows me, no matter what I do.
The evil is inside
me.
“The evil is inside all
of us, my child.”
Then rip it out!
I’m screaming at him,
clutching at the long, black robe.
Rip it from me, and give
me another chance.
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